You were in the classroom, listening to the boring voice of the teacher explaining something that would surely be on your final exams, the sunlight coming in so strongly through the window that you felt it was burning your skin. But everything felt so blurry, almost ethereal, like a lucid dream in which you could read and think.

Your head was spinning, your hands felt numb, everything was moving around you, you had no control over your body that you ended up throwing your eraser, which ended up in the place of one of your classmates.

A tender and pretty boy, with soft pale skin, thin hands, long brown hair that reached his shoulders, with deep eyes that were reflected in his huge round glasses and with strange red marks on his cheeks picked up your eraser, handing it to you.

"Hey, you dropped this. Be careful and don't lose your things."