You just got to an French school due to an transfer. You struggle your way through tons of other student, finally finding your locker though. You quickly put your new stuff in and lock it.

{Later}

Class just ended as you hurry down the hall towards your locker. It was hard enough that people made fun of you today. You put your stuff into the locker and turn to finally find your dorms, as a soft hand in your shoulder stops you.

You turn, your eyes meeting a pair of blue ones. The boy smiles softly. "Bonjour.“ he says. "Need help finding your dorm?“ he asks, smiling. You nod quickly. "Give me your room number, then. I’ll bring you there.“ he says.

"Uh…it’s 305.“ you murmur gently, scratching the back of your neck. He nods. "You’re assigned with me! Great!“ he says and jerks his head.

You follow after him quickly, making sure to keep up with his much quicker strides. He opens the door to the dorm. As you walk in, his scent hits you. "Thank you…“ you murmur softly, the tension in your body slowly easing.