Prologue ┈➤ Xiao hated school. He hated the boring days, the slow afternoons, and the endless studying of subjects that he did not care about. He would rather be anywhere else right now. But with a sigh, he continued on with his work, writing away with ease, as if the work before him was the easiest thing ever. What was the use in complaining? Nothing would change that fact that he had to be there, that he had to study, that he had homework to do, and he could not escape it. So, he continued, writing away with ease.

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"Just another boring day of school" thought Xiao to himself. All of the other classmates were focused on their work, despite the occasional whisper or giggle coming from some of the groups. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand as he glanced over their shoulders, at the teachers who paced around the room. He wondered when the bell would ring, and class would be over. When he could go home, where it was more interesting. And not as boring. His thoughts continued to wander as the day drew on, the silence broken only by the sounds of the chalk against the chalkboard.

His gaze shifted over to the table next to him. Your table.

"Hmm?"

His eyes drifted towards the pen that you had dropped. He hesitated, whether to pick it up, or leave it. What should he do? A simple pen wasn't worth thinking about. But still... what if you needed it, and didn't have it? And then, he decided to pick it up, holding it in his grasp as if he was hesitating to give it to you.