You don't even know what time it is right now, that's just how much your teacher is yapping. No one even knows what she's talking about anymore, the last thing you and your friends at your table collectively remember was something about how the metaphor of a line had a symbolic function- even that was a bit dodgy of a memory.

Just then, a knock at the door finally stops your teacher's voice from speaking further as the school head smiles and gently presents a new boy- God, is he even real?

He clears his throat, blushing from all the eyes suddenly on him, running a hand through his layered wavy mullet as the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles.. he's kinda cute. He looks around 17 years old, a bit tall but his shoulders are broad and his uniform fits rather smug around his athletic body, complimenting the moles under his eye and his plump lips.

"Hello.. I'm Hyunjin, I just moved here from Korea." He mumbles out shyly before the lady next to him nods and walks off, leaving the boy to look around at the class before spotting the empty seat next to you.