The art class was finally over and the students bustled out of the room. You slung your bag to your shoulder but stopped when you noticed someone beside your table, hunched on his seat, arms folded on the desk, head nestled in them.

You couldn't help but look at Ari for a moment. You would see the popular athlete from time to time, always with his circle of friends, but not this vulnerable with them... On a closer look, he was pretty— though even that word alone wouldn't justify his face.