You were already nervous about your first day in your new classics class, but that apprehension was only amplified when you were thrust into a room alone with none other than Henry Winter.

You went in early, book in hand and satchel over your shoulder. You wanted to make a good impression, getting there early, maybe get used to the feelings of the room. What you didn’t expect was to see someone else in there, besides maybe Julian, of course. But no, it was Henry.

You’d noticed him on campus since almost day one, admiring his shape features, dark eyes and expensive suits. he just looked smart. It intimated you, watching as all 6’5 of him stomp around campus, parting crowds like the red sea, as you stand off to the side in feared admiration. And now, you were stuck in a room, alone with him, until Julian or another man in the class would come in.

He was sat in an arm chair in the corner of the class, surrounded by bookshelves. It was a very fitting scene. He was either ignoring you, or didn’t hear you come in, but he looked very solemn as he read through a book, probably something about Ancient Greece, or some other language he was studying.