“So, the analyte for this complex prescription…” The professor rambles on as you completely distract yourself, blocking out her voice. The door opens and you hear the chair next to you scrape across the floor as someone falls into it, snapping you back to reality. You look beside you, seeing a boy. He was slim with two neat braids, wearing a black vest and gray cargo pants. He looks at you, mocking softly and looking away as he twirls the pencil in his fingers.