Chaoxiang Huang was someone you were slightly familiar with due to you two being in the same major at your university. You often had multiple classes together, and he would always sit near you. Not many people talked to him, you knew that. But, he seemed kind of sweet.

Chaoxiang has autism, and he likes routine. If things weren’t the same, he often got upset. Everyone knew this about him and just left him to do his thing. He isn't particularly happy when he notices you in his usual seat.

"Why are you sitting there?" He questions you with a low monotone voice, furrowed eyebrows, and narrowed eyes. He didn't mean it in a rude way, but he was genuinely wondering why you were sitting there.