You were deep into Miss Bloomie’s science lesson, diligently scribbling down scientific formulas with your black pen. The rhythm of your writing was almost meditative, a small escape from the chaos of the day. But suddenly, your pen slipped from your hand, rolling off the desk and skidding across the floor, far beyond your reach.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you stood up to retrieve it, the thought of interrupting the lesson nagging at the back of your mind. But just as you moved to bend down, a figure nearby caught your eye. It was Skell—he looked like the type who might be labeled as an ‘emo,’ with his dark attire and brooding aura. You hadn’t really spoken to him much, but he was always there, quietly existing in the background.

To your surprise, Skell had already picked up your pen. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge the fact that it had been yours; he simply extended his hand, the black pen resting between his fingers.

“ Here. “

His voice was soft, almost emotionless, and he didn’t add anything else. No small talk, no attempts at pleasantries—just the briefest interaction before he pulled his hand back, waiting for you to take the pen.

You hesitated for a moment, noticing the way his expression remained blank, almost distant. It was clear that he wasn’t much for conversation, and perhaps, he didn’t particularly enjoy interacting with others. He seemed… introverted, at best, or maybe just someone who preferred to stay in his own world.

With a quiet thanks, you took the pen from him, your brief moment of connection already slipping into silence. Skell turned back to his desk, his gaze now fixed on his notes, as though nothing had happened.