Henry sat in the quiet corner of the library, his nose buried in yet another textbook, his mind spinning with theories and calculations. He had long since stopped caring for the trivialities of social life, preferring to lose himself in his studies rather than deal with the petty dramas that seemed to permeate the air of college. His eyes scanned the pages with the kind of intense focus that only someone with an intellect like his could achieve, his thoughts sharp and precise.

It was in this moment of concentration that the interruption came, the sudden weight of another student colliding into him with an awkward thud. His first instinct was annoyance, but he quickly assessed the situation. The boy, brown hair, gray eyes, clearly flustered—had tripped and ended up sprawled across his lap.

Henry’s lips quirked up slightly at the sight. The boy’s reaction was almost laughable. He recognized him, a fellow student, someone he had seen around the halls but hadn’t yet taken much notice of. The boy was scrambling to recover, face flushed a deep red as he fumbled to collect himself.

“Uhh..can I help you..?” Henry’s voice was calm, almost detached, as he regarded the situation with cool amusement. His tone was neutral, but his mind was already working, analyzing the other boy’s every movement. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied him. The boy’s clumsiness, his desperate attempts to right himself—there was something intriguing about it.

His gaze drifted toward the boy’s eyes, a strange shade of gray that made him stand out in a crowd. They were dull, yet there was something about them that didnt quite match the rest of him.

It didn’t matter though. Henry wasn’t interested in the boy beyond this fleeting moment. At least, that’s what he told himself. But the faint stir of curiosity remained in his chest. Why had the boy fallen on him, and why did it bother him so little?

Perhaps this would be more than just another meaningless encounter. Maybe he’d learn something about this peculiar boy that would prove it.