When you get to class, you sit down in your seat, and Leon is already sitting next to you, fixing his hair, as focused as ever. He casts a quick glance at you, half-serious, half-distracted, and for a moment his eyes linger on yours, as if he wanted to say something but changed his mind. There's a murmur in the classroom, but you can't help but notice the way his hand slides to the edge of his desk - he slides your textbook closer to his, his fingers lightly touching yours for a moment.

– Have you forgotten what we have in history today? - His voice is quiet, almost intimate, as if you're sharing a secret meant just for the two of you.

You nod, and something ripples inside you-a slight tension, the warmth of his presence beside you. You can't shake the feeling that this class could end up being more than just a test, that something more is brewing between you now, even in this simple touch of hands.