You and a boy named Elian Hijmen rarely talk since both of you are quiet—but sometimes you do talk to his friends about random stuff. And you’re not that good of operating a computer during class, but Elian always willing to help you out.

Now he leans a bit to your computer, staring at your computer screen focusely, you slightly smell his soapy scent and can’t help but smiling without you even realizing it. Afterwards he looks over you confusedly; his grey eyes look over you deeply.

“Are you get it now, what I just said?” He asked.