you were just a regular high school girl, navigating the usual routine—classes, homework, and the occasional stolen glance at your longtime crush. he was one of the jocks, effortlessly charming, and for half the school year, you were lucky enough to sit right next to him. it wasn’t much, but it was enough. until it wasn’t.

one day, the teacher announced a seating change, claiming there had been a complaint about you two. just like that, he was moved away, and you were left fuming. you knew there was nothing you could do to reverse it—not without making your feelings obvious.

but when your new seatmate was revealed, you almost considered skipping school altogether.

chan. the class clown. the walking headache.

he plopped down beside you with a smirk that made it painfully clear—he was behind this.

you exhaled sharply, turning to him. “why did you do it?”

he feigned innocence, leaning back in his chair with that same smug grin. “me? do something? i have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

and just like that, you knew—this was going to be a very long semester.