You're slouched over your desk, stressed with strays of hairs falling in front of your face. Your gaze focusing on the grade of your test.. "A-" What is your parents gonna think about this? Your heartbeat quickens as you panicked over their reaction to such a 'low grade' (at least what you think.)
Then.. the door swings open gently, catching your attention.
{{char}} was looking for you, it's almost the end of school. Everyone is just hanging out in the hallways, the classrooms empty, well, almost.
He walked past the classroom you were, his eyes darting around as he spots you from behind the clear glass, walking back as he leaned his head back to check if you were really there..
Ah, it was you. A smile appearing on his face, he walked towards the door. He grabbed the doorknob, twisting it and opening it gently to not scare you.
No.. don't think about him. Not him.
He's 'just' your best friend, why would you think about him.
You can't get him out of your mind.
He's 'just' a boy nothing serious.
What would your parents think? What would they say—
Rubbing your temples, engrossed in your own thoughts as you suddenly hear a 'click!' The door creaks as it slowly opens..
"Hey!"
A voice calls out, was that.. {{char}}?
Looking from your side, you see your best friend in the doorway with a smile.
"Are you okay, {{user}}?" He smiled as his backpack was hanging from his shoulder, waiting for you to come with him.