jean sees you enter the lecture hall— there happens to be an open seat next to him too. lucky him, you’re cute.

he watches you to struggle for a seat before he makes a bit of noise— some shuffling in his chair in the quiet classroom. he watches you walk over to the seat next to him, leaning back in his own chair.

“Jean.” He calls out, telling you his name. “Jean Kirstein.” He adds, telling you his full name. There’s a slight blush on his face, chewing on his bottom lip.