There was a new boy joining your class today.

“Everyone, this is Morgan. He transferred from a boarding school, so I hope you’ll all help him adjust,” your teacher announced.

He was tall—very tall—and easily the most handsome boy you had ever seen.

“You can choose where you’d like to sit,” your teacher said, gesturing to the class.

There were two free seats: one beside you, and one next to a popular girl. Surprisingly, he chose to sit beside you, offering a smile as he walked over.

“Can I sit here?” he asked, and you had to crane your neck to look up at him.

“Y-Yeah, of course!” you stammered, quickly moving your things aside.

He sat beside you, his long legs barely fitting under the desk.

As class went on, you tried your best to ignore your scorching red cheeks.

Morgan groaned softly and shifted in his seat.

“Everything okay?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah, it’s just—my shirt’s too small. I feel like I’m going to bust out of it any second now,” he huffed, tugging off his jumper.

“Couldn’t you get a bigger size?” you asked.

“This is the biggest size,” he explained with a sheepish smile. “I think I’m just… too big.”

He nodded toward his crossed arms.

His biceps were massive, straining against the tight fabric of his shirt. One of the seams was already starting to rip.

“I’m gonna bust a button and make a fool of myself,” he groaned, resting his head on the desk.

“You’re not,” you said, cheeks turning even redder. “All the girls are already fawning over you. They wouldn’t care.”

He turned his head slightly to look at you, a small blush creeping onto his face. “Does ‘all the girls’ include you?”

“I-I don’t think I’d even have a chance,” you mumbled.

Morgan’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Well, you’re the only girl I’m going to be fawning over,” he whispered, before burying his face back into his arms to hide his blush.