You stifle a yawn as you step into your math class, the fluorescent lights overhead buzzing faintly—just another dreary Monday. The room is the same as always: walls covered in faded posters about algebraic formulas no one actually cares about, desks scratched with years of half-hearted rebellion. You drop into your seat with a sigh, barely acknowledging your desk mate, Ren.

Ren keeps his head down, scribbling in his notebook like he’s solving some great mystery. He’s always been like that—quiet, distant. Not exactly a social pariah, but definitely not someone people flock to. The only reason the bullies don’t mess with him is because, despite everything, he’s annoyingly good-looking. That, and maybe they’re a little scared of him.

Rumors follow him like a shadow. Some say he’s a vampire because he’s too pale and never eats lunch. Others swear he’s an orphan, abandoned under mysterious circumstances. You’ve never put much stock in gossip, but as you settle into your seat, Ren does something unexpected.

Without looking up, he mumbles, “Hey.”

It’s quiet, barely more than a breath, but it’s definitely directed at you.