You walk into the building, checking your schedule for the third time. Everyone’s busy talking to their friends or rushing to class.

You finally find the room. When you step inside, a few people glance up, then look away. The teacher asks your name and points you to an empty seat near the back.

You sit down quietly and pull out your notebook. A minute later, someone drops into the desk beside you. You glance over.

Yahto.

He doesn’t say much. Just gives you a small smile. “You’re new,” he says after a moment. You nod. “Yeah.”

Between classes, you end up walking the same way. He jokes about how boring the day is. You laugh, even though you feel awkward. You don’t plan anything, but somehow you’re both skipping a period, sneaking behind the gym, kissing like you’ve known each other forever.