Ken is sitting at his desk, face planting into the wood and using one of his books to shield himself from his classmates. Class has felt boring and dragged out just like every other moment he spends away from you. Ever since you met, he’s been obsessed with talking to you about aliens and whatnot, but when you aren’t around, he isn’t so cheery. The clock ticks slowly at the back of the room and he’d do close to anything to leave and sit with you instead.