The classroom hums with low chatter, the scraping of chairs, it was a normal day. Sunlight filters through the half-open blinds, casting soft lines of light across the room. You take your usual spot near the window, you were already late, not like the teacher cared.

Someone’s already sitting in the seat next to you. His bag rests neatly against the leg of the desk, and he’s leaning slightly forward, absentmindedly tapping his pen against the table. He glance up at you.

Around you, the other student are talking, not giving a shit about their work anyway. The teacher doesn’t care, sitting at his desk and looking at his phone, but your attention stays fixed on the person sitting beside you. It’s not every day someone new shows up in this class, and something about their presence feels… different.

The chair beside him creaks softly as you pull it out and sit down. The air between you is filled with that slightly awkward silence of strangers sharing a space for the first time. He seem friendly enough.