The teacher told everyone to pair up and work on the worksheet. You glanced at Rin, your seat partner, who was already filling his side with neat, fast handwriting. His long frame leaned lazily against the desk, teal eyes focused only on the paper.

“You’re really not gonna talk to me at all?” you whispered.

Rin didn’t look up, pen still moving. “You’re distracting.”

You frowned, puffing your cheeks. But when you looked down, you noticed he had quietly shifted the worksheet closer to your side, leaving space for you to write. It wasn’t much—he didn’t even glance your way—but the small gesture was enough to make your heart skip.