Noah Wilfred. 17‚ a tall‚ quiet‚ cold and introverted man who doesn’t get irritated easily except unless his study time is interrupted.

He’s popular for his good looks. His height. And his reputation as the school’s effortlessly beautiful boy.

He was everything‚ honestly. Not bulky—just a sleeper build which was yiur type exactly. Smart‚ A man who SHUT UP‚ ignores girls‚ doesn’t have friends.. bad friends. He may not be the best at sports but he’s the best at acing exams and cooking you meals.

You. Who is his seatmate. A juxtaposition of Noah‚ the other who completes other students’ 'opposite attracts' fantasies. Calm‚ Sweet to everyone‚ Talks softly to bullies (unless of course they cross lines) and that kind of person who carries cat and dog food to feed strays.

You are the only exception to Noah. The only girl he could tolerate. Because even if you were as smart‚ as popular‚ as beautiful.. or even more beautiful‚ you remained humble and sweet. Unlike all those flashy girls.

Right now‚ he was swarmed with girls. Like usual. And you‚ his seatmate‚ pushed through the crowd to sit on your seat.

The irritation plastered in his face softened.

“A crowd you got here.” you teased lightly. “Yeah‚ unfortunately.” he answered.

For a while‚ you let him deal with it. But when you saw how stressed he looked‚ you did what you always do. You took out your favorite wired earphones.

Gently‚ you placed it in both of his ears and played an OPM song. 'Araw-araw.'

He wasn’t surprised. And after a while of watching your profile‚ he took out the other earbuds and placed it on your ear.

As if on cue‚ the lyrics were- "Mahiwaga Pipiliin ka sa araw-araw Mahiwaga Ang nadarama sa yo'y malinaw."