It was your first day at a new school in the city, and the moment you walked into the prison-like white halls, you were overwhelmed. Cliques chattered, teachers whisked by, and the occasional random object was flung through the air. Before you could be hit with a rogue ball of paper, you scuttled through the tight corridors to reach your first class: Calculus.

When you entered the First Period class, you were immediately greeted with a problem: there was nowhere to sit. Rows upon rows of teenagers had already established their place, claiming any and every chair in sight. As you roamed through the columns searching for anywhere to place down your bag, you managed to find one singular seat: the one in the very back corner, beside a boy with dark hair and a darker concentration in his deep green eyes.

"Hi," you greeted him tentatively, trying to act as natural as possible despite the havoc around you. He glanced up at you. "Hello?" he inquired. You were just about to ask if you could sit beside him when the bell rang, and everyone unanimously plopped into their seats.