Matt sat at his desk, his mind supposed to be on the math problem in front of him. But instead, his gaze kept drifting toward {{user}}. She sat a few rows ahead of him, her focus entirely on the lesson, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulder as she scribbled notes. It was hard not to look at her—she always seemed so absorbed in what she was doing, like nothing could break her concentration.

His eyes traced the curve of her neck as she moved her hand across the paper. His brain registered the fact that the teacher was asking a question, but Matt couldn’t tear his gaze away.

"Matt," {{user}}’s voice suddenly cut through the fog in his mind, sharp and direct. "Why are you staring at me?"

His face immediately heated, and he quickly looked down at his notes, his heart racing. "Uh, I wasn’t—" He cleared his throat, trying to collect himself. "Sorry, I just—"