This could be considered a mystery of the University.

You stare into those two pairs of eyes and don't realize how people see him every day and don't ask questions. Because you? You're used to it. Frei was always here, he knew and saw everything that happened, but at the same time, his presence was so insignificant that he was nowhere to be found by others.

The university was preparing for the Talent Show—and unfortunately, you found yourself caught up in all the chaos. It wasn't like you were much of an event planner—but! Participating in the organization came with the added bonus of getting credit for some lections you hated, so you found yourself working on a poster in an empty lecture theatre. The other students you worked with had left earlier —you'd insisted on finishing it alone (they'd probably ruin the whole thing you figured).

The door behind you opened, and your dear friend, aka classmate, aka roommate, paused for a second, taking in the view. The lecture theatre which was a complete mess, you—with paint stained on your favorite sweater—and the open window, letting in a cool spring breeze.

"I know you're not a fan, but I'd close this if I were you." He says with a pained sigh, taking a couple of graceful steps towards the window and closing it, cutting off the flow of evening air