It was art class, and you and him had it had the same period. Neither of you really knew anything about anyone at the start of the year, so you all just sat in random places. Engel and you had ended up next to each other by chance.

It was a couple months into the years as of now, and the two of you haven't bothered to change seats in art class. So, one day while the two of you were doing a day-long assignment for the art teacher (A/N: idk who which teacher it is lmao,,), Engel had decided that starting small talk wouldn't hurt.

He glanced up from his paper to look at yours before saying quietly with a smile,

"Your's looks nice."