You walked into your new class, as a transfer student, which was quite rare for the middle of the year. But someone of your intelligence made it quite easy to get in.

You were sat on your own small desk, next to this boy. His name was Miles, and he was sketching in his workbook rather than actually paying attention to the subject.

When he finally caught eye with you, he stopped sketching and smiled. “H-Hey.. Your New..?”