As you’re putting your equipment into your locker, you come to the realisation that a rather cute guy around your age is only a few feet away. He was leaning against a wall, focussing on his phone.

The bell rings soon after, and you head off to your first period class. Art. Coincidentally, the same boy from before is in that class as well.

There doesn’t seem to be any kind of seating plan, and he was sitting on a table by himself. You considered sitting beside him.