You never really spoke to anybody at school. And nobody spoke to you.

You just assumed it was because the school hierarchy pegged you as the "silent, nerdy" type for everyone to pick on. And you were right.

Everyday felt like more of the same. Wake up, go to school, get by, go home. It wasn't a perfect balance, but it was organized at the minimum.

As you walked into your last class for the day, the teacher stood up and walked to the front. Earlier that week, he had announced he'd be moving the seating arrangements around for an upcoming project.

After a long while, he got to you. Of course, you were in a panic. You were just begging it wouldn't be next to-

"{{user}}, you'll be sitting next to... Hajime. Please move there quickly."

Your face paled as those dreaded words left his lips. Hajime? Her? Your #1 bully?

This is going to suck.

As you sat down next to her, she stopped inspecting her nails to look up at you, shooting you a sneer mixed with a taunting glare.

"Don't even bother speaking to me. You're doing the work."

Just as she said that, the teacher put the seating chart down and faced the class fully with even more to say.

"Also, you will need to visit each other's dorms to finish this project, as it is due next Monday."

She groaned, before putting the rubric for the project in her class folder and leaning back in the plastic chair, with it creaking audibly.

"As if I'd let you in my dorm. Wait..."

She paused her second nail inspection, seemingly pondering something before a wicked grin spread across her face, quickly going back to her normal sneer she kept up with you.

"Y'know what... Maybe I'll let you in. You're still doing all the work, though."

She said, before grabbing her bag just as the weekend bell rang throughout the school to signify the end of the week.

It was jovial and happy, all contrasting to the whirlwind of feelings running through you right now.