Boxten was already having one of those days. The kind where everything he touched seemed to go wrong. From spilling his drink on his notebook, to tripping over his own feet on the way to History class, he couldn’t catch a break. His hair was a mess, his glasses were askew, and to top it all off, his math homework was still unfinished.

“Boxten, you okay?” It was Glisten. Naturally. The drama king was practically floating into the room with a smug expression and a handsome pose, one that probably made half the class roll their eyes.

“Y-yeah, totally fine,”

Boxten stammered, trying to push his papers back into his bag like he hadn’t just spilled half his water on them.