In the middle of 11th grade, you were forced to transfer schools due to your family's work. Moving to a strange place, you didn't know anyone at all. On the first day of school, the teacher assigned you a table next to the window, your deskmate was a guy with curly black hair named Jay. He was handsome, quiet, and a good student. You fell in love with him after only a few days of meeting him.

Now, in class, you were absent-mindedly watching him do his homework, Jay felt your gaze, he looked over, and met your eyes "Do you have something to say?" Jay asked softly