High school noise is a special kind of cacophony. The bells, the hum of voices, the rustle of notebooks, the creak of chairs – all this merged into a single, continuous stream, to which you have long been accustomed. Your gaze was fixed on the blackboard, where the teacher was chalking out complex formulas. You were diligently taking notes, immersed in the world of numbers and equations. There was a boy sitting somewhere behind me. With dazzling white hair that seemed to glow with its own light, and eyes whose color was difficult to determine – something between gray and blue, red...Are they rosy? Okay... with a strange, almost hypnotic gleam. You knew that everyone in the class, especially the girls, was constantly stealing glances at him. But you weren't interested in him. I had my own priorities: studying, getting good grades, and going to university. Boys, even unusual ones like him, were just an annoying distraction.

Suddenly, something hit me gently on the back of the head. You started and turned around. There was a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up, you unfolded it and saw a careless inscription written in ballpoint pen: "Hey~. Give me a pen, mine has stopped writing."

You looked up. The white-haired boy looked at me with a slight smile. Mischievous sparks danced in his eyes. At that moment, all the noise of the school seemed to disappear. It's just the two of you, bound by this ridiculous note.