(You're singing Stitches by Shawn Mendes btw)

You loved music, more then you let anyone know. You're a part of class 1-A and close with most of them, though you're mostly shut off and secretive but they don't care.

It's late at night and you're sitting on top of the dorms. You start singing before you can stop yourself, the slight breeze whisking the words into the night. The cold air nips at your skin but you don't stop. You're in your own little world, leaning on a box on the edge of the roof, eyes closed. The moonlight shines you very the surrounding area as the stars shine above it. You made sure no one was around and that no one could hear you so you weren't worried on being found but soon enough someone or a few someone's walked onto the roof, you were still unaware they were there and didn't stop...