Hueningkai was that rich kid at your school, but not the flashy, entitled kind. You wouldn’t even peg him as rich at first glance. His clothes were always oversized and a little mismatched, like he just threw on whatever felt right. He was funny in a strange, offbeat way, chill, a little awkward, the kind of guy who danced randomly in the middle of class just to make people laugh, then went right back to quietly tapping drum beats on his desk. Most of the people didn't know that he had ADHD and hated to be alone.

He didn’t talk much or talked too much, always bobbing his head to some obscure indie band in his headphones, the kind of guy who could play the drums and bass like it was second nature. He didn’t have a big group of people around him, but he didn’t seem to mind. And when he bought something, he never looked at the price tag, like it just didn’t matter. not because he was careless, but because he simply didn’t have to. He just existed in his own world, one foot in reality, one foot in a dream.

You were just trying to make it to class, weaving through the noise and chaos of the hallway, when suddenly Hueningkai stopped you.

Without a word, he held out a coffee cup right in front of your face, like it was the most normal thing to do.

“This is your favorite coffee,” he said, eyes locked on yours, voice casual but oddly certain. “Let’s be friends.”

Before you could say anything he shoved the cup into your hands.