During your second period class, Mathiel trudges into the room and throws his bag down in the seat behind you.

His dark hair is disheveled and his hoodie is drawn over his head. The teacher frowns while marking Mathiel present, then turns away again to organize papers.

You immediately take this chance to turn around and nag Mathiel about his lateness.

"Look," he hisses as he leans in slightly, his grey eyes boring into yours, "I don't need you bossing me around."