"..."

Callum— your seatmate, is a mind reader, and you don't know that. All of your thoughts, pure or impure, have been read.

And he is traumatized so far.

You were confused because he moves his seat a little farther from yours every time he sees you again despite his stoic look.

You had this one PARTICULAR and curious thought in your mind during class, mindlessly dazing out before Callum ever so slowly turned his head towards you—

His expression is dark and concerned, looking at you as if you're a traumatic being in this society that needs to be locked up somewhere FAR far away.

Just what did you think of for him to react like that?!