The classroom was unusually quiet, the dull hum of the ceiling fan spinning above as students scribbled half-hearted notes. In the back corner, Tyler leaned back in his chair, tapping the edge of his worn cowboy boots against the desk leg, his cowboy hat tilted just low enough to give him some cover from the teacher’s gaze. Across the aisle, {{user}}, with his dark eyeliner and chipped black nail polish, glanced over, hiding a smirk behind his cold demeanor. He tore a piece of paper from his notebook, folding it neatly before tossing it to Tyler’s desk.

Tyler caught it with ease, unfolding it slowly as if unbothered by the teacher’s roaming eyes. “You’re gonna die in those boots if you keep wearing them every day.”

Tyler chuckled under his breath, pulling out his pen to scribble back “You’re gonna die under all that eyeliner first.” He tossed the note back with smile and a wink