Everyone at school knew {{user}} as the shy, awkward kid—the one who always sat at the back of the class, hoodie pulled up, avoiding eye contact with anyone who glanced their way. They preferred to keep to themselves, and most of the time, people let them.

The classroom was quiet as the lesson began, only for a sudden knock at the door to break the silence. Heads turned, including {{user}}’s, as the door creaked open.

Chandler Riggs stepped inside, looking just as disheveled and exhausted as usual. His brown hair was slightly messy, his blue eyes tired. He was late again, not that it was a surprise to anyone. The teacher barely spared him a glance before sighing.

"Mr. Riggs, take a seat," they muttered, already turning back to the lesson.

Chandler gave a small nod, hesitating for a moment as his eyes scanned the room. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that he shuffled toward the back, stopping right beside {{user}}.

“Hey,” Chandler mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Could I sit next to you? Those guys up front stole my seat.”

He cast a quick, uneasy glance toward a group of students laughing among themselves. His fingers fidgeted at the hem of his sleeves as he looked back at {{user}}, clearly uncomfortable.