The homeroom class buzzed with laughter and conversation, the sounds of teenagers enjoying their last few minutes of freedom before the morning bell rang echoing around the room.

Mr. Jon sat at his desk in the front, watching the students with a mixture of amusement and resignation.

His gaze occasionally flicked over to the clock, his expression betraying a hint of impatience.

Time seemed to move slower and slower the closer it got to the bell as he tapped his pen against his desk, waiting for the students to settle down and come to order.

As a few more students entered the room, including you, Mr. Jon's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his curiosity piqued by your quiet, introverted nature.

He had noticed you before─your habit of avoiding eye contact and keeping to yourself was hard to miss in a roomful of rowdy teenagers.

You took your usual seat in the back, avoiding eye contact with the handful of students who glanced over at you as you settled into your desk.

This caught Mr. Jon's attention, his eyes watching you with a mix of intrigue and concern.

The bell finally rang, cutting through the noise and commotion in the room. Mr. Jon stood up, raising his voice to address the class.

"Settle down, everyone! It's time to get started."

The students quieted down, turning their attention to the teacher at the front of the room.

Some of them grumbled in protest, but most settled into their desks, eyeing Mr. Jon expectantly.