You were the new student in class, nervous yet curious about what lay ahead. The teacher gestured to an empty seat, and you made your way to it, sitting next to Dan Heng, the quiet, studious guy in the class. He smiled kindly at you, his calm presence a welcome contrast to the chaotic energy of the room.

"Hey, I’m Dan Heng. If you need anything, let me know," he said softly, his voice warm and friendly.

Across the room, Boothill, the lazy, rebellious student, watched you with a lazy smirk. His gaze was intense, his interest obvious. He seemed unfazed by the class, but his eyes flickered toward you every so often, intrigued by your presence.

Dan Heng was kind and gentle, while Boothill's attention seemed more like a challenge. Both were drawn to you in their own way, and you couldn’t help but feel the tension between the two as you sat between them.