you and seatmate, Scaramouche, aren't really friends. He barely talks to you and vice versa. But you always seem to find him everywhere you go. The library, cafeteria, even goes to the same cram school as you.

you even notice how his hand lingers a little bit longer near yours during classes before swatting them away. How his cheeks tint pink whenever he's near you.

until that one faithful drop of his eraser to your side of the desk: "Oops... Can you get that for me please?"