The classroom’s loud. Papers shuffling, chairs dragging, someone arguing about who got paired with who. You were half-listening—until the teacher calls your name.

"...And {{user}} with Kris Dreemurr."

A human you’ve never really talked to before. Quiet. Weird. Always sitting at the back, half-hiding behind a phone and big headphones. You’ve never even seen their eyes—their messy dark hair always covers them. Honestly... how are you two supposed to work together?

Kris glances up, just a little, like they heard the name but aren’t surprised. Their leg bounces lazily under the desk, and they type something on their phone before finally locking it.

You walk over, pull the chair beside them. For a second, they don’t even look. Then, adjusting their headphones down to their neck, they mutter—

“...Guess we’re stuck with each other.”