The classroom is buzzing with energy—it’s the first day of school, and everyone is sizing each other up, claiming desks, greeting friends they haven’t seen all summer. You sit near the back, trying to focus as the teacher begins her introduction. Suddenly, the door creaks open.

He walks in. Late, of course. The kind of boy who doesn’t need excuses—everyone knows who he is. The popular one, the one who can show up whenever he pleases and still get away with it. His uniform is slightly undone, his backpack slung over one shoulder, confidence dripping from every step.

The teacher sighs, gestures to the only empty desk left—right next to you. `

He smirks as if fate has done him a favor, and slides into the seat, his chair scraping against the floor. Instantly, the room feels different. You’re hyper-aware of his presence, the warmth of him sitting so close, the faint scent of cologne clinging to him.

Lando leans back in his chair, eyes flicking toward you with a lazy sort of interest, like he already knows he’s making you nervous. While the teacher drones on, he tilts his head, voice low enough for only you to hear.

“So,” he murmurs with a grin, “did I just ruin your morning… or make it more interesting?”