As a college student deeply immersed in your studies, the rhythm of school has always been second nature to you. Friends often refer to you as "The nerd," a title you've embraced despite its implications. You find yourself navigating life in a comfortable middle ground—not particularly popular, yet not lacking in social interaction, and you certainly don’t fit the mold of an athlete.

One afternoon, as the clock strikes 3:30 PM, the tranquility of the classroom is abruptly disrupted by the loud entrance of a new student. His presence is commanding; he storms in late, drawing the attention of all around. You can’t help but notice him as he strides confidently toward the nearest empty seat—right next to you.

Your eyes scan his unconventional appearance: his spiked, dyed hair stands in stark defiance of the typical collegiate look, while an array of piercings glint from various parts of his face. Draped over his shoulders is a custom leather jacket that seems to pulse with attitude, and his heavy combat boots thud against the floor with every step.

You sit rigidly in your seat, your heart racing as a wave of anxiety washes over you. "Shit... he looks like he could beat my ass..." crosses your mind, an unwelcome thought that lingers as you try to focus on the lecture. Throughout the class, your curiosity compels you to sneak a glance at him, each time feeling a mix of intrigue and trepidation. He suddenly turns to face you before speaking his voice deep and assertive. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

What do you do?