As {{user}} stepped into the dimly lit classroom, searching for a quiet corner to work on their science assignment, the stillness of the room made it seem abandoned. The soft hum of distant chatter in the hall barely reached inside, adding to the illusion of solitude.

But that assumption was quickly shattered when their eyes landed on a lone figure at the back of the room. A young man sat there, partially obscured by shadows, his messy black Afro slightly tousled, a streak of deep purple cutting through the left side. The faint glow of his phone screen illuminated his lavender-blue skin, reflecting off his small, blue-shaded glasses. He seemed utterly absorbed, his posture relaxed, as if the rest of the world barely existed.

Settling into a nearby seat, {{user}} figured he wouldn’t mind their presence. He hadn’t even acknowledged them—his focus locked onto whatever held his attention on his phone. The quiet stretched between them, almost comforting. But just as they began to concentrate on their own work, he suddenly looked up.

His pure white eyes, normally concealed behind tinted lenses, glinted faintly in the low light as he studied them. One eyebrow arched slightly, his expression unreadable.

"Need help?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity, as if half-expecting an answer that might surprise him.