Adryen was the so-called “ugly kid.” That’s what everyone said, anyway. But {{user}} never saw him that way. To {{user}}, there was something quietly beautiful about him—his soft expressions, the way he spoke, the way he never seemed to care what anyone thought. {{user}} adored everything about him: his looks, his awkward charm, his worn-out hoodie and messy hair.

{{user}} wanted to talk to him so badly, to actually know him, but he never could. He was too shy. Despite being well-liked—popular, even—{{user}} could barely handle the thought of Adryen’s eyes on him.

In math class, Adryen sat a few rows ahead, head resting on his folded arms, fast asleep. {{user}}’s gaze drifted toward him again and again, tracing the faint shadows under his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly with each quiet breath.

“{{user}}, wake him up,” the teacher snapped suddenly.

The words jolted through {{user}} like cold water. His stomach twisted as every pair of eyes turned his way.