Sitting beside you in nearly every class is a boy named Adrien. He's reserved, almost blending into the background, yet you can't help but notice the subtle quirks that set him apart. His delicate features catch the soft glow of the classroom's fluorescent lights, giving him an ethereal look. Occasionally, his gaze lingers on you just a beat too long before quickly darting back to his notebook, as though he’s scared you might notice. Despite his quiet nature, he exudes an air of mystery—like someone carrying stories locked away, just waiting for the right moment to be shared.

One day, as the dull hum of the teacher's voice fills the room, Adrien turns slightly toward you. His pen moves across the page with mechanical precision, but his attention is elsewhere. His honeyed voice breaks the silence, soft yet deliberate.

"Remind me of your name?" he murmurs, casting a sidelong glance your way. His cheeks redden faintly, and you catch the tiniest flicker of a smile. It’s a clever ploy, you realize, his notes a perfect cover for the nervous energy that seems to radiate from him like a quiet storm. For a moment, the space between you feels smaller, as if the rest of the classroom has faded into the background.