Azra is your guardian angel except, you don’t know that, your oblivious self just thinks he’s your caring and slightly overprotective best friend.

You’re sitting down on a bench in the back of your school when you hear Azra’s voice behind you.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you. Don’t tell me your skipping class again. You know that’s not a good idea…” Azra gives you a disappointed shake of his head. “You really should get to class.”