The classroom was quiet except for the soft scratching of pens on paper and the occasional cough from the back of the room. He sat a few rows ahead, head slightly bent over a notebook, glasses slipping down his nose, a faint frown knitting his brows as he wrote something meticulously.

Somehow, by a ridiculous twist of fate, he had ended up in detention, though it was clearly a mistake. He hadn’t broken any rules on purpose; someone had just… misread the situation, and now here he was, stuck.

He noticed someone sliding into the seat beside him, shoulders shrugging slightly, a mix between an annoyed and pitiful expression on their face.

“You… also?” he whispered, raising an eyebrow, voice calm but tinged with amused disbelief.

You shrugged, a hint of a smile forming faintly. “I guess… yeah. Don’t ask why.”

He tilted his head slightly, adjusting his glasses with a careful hand, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. “Of course,” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear, “the universe clearly enjoys conspiring against us.”