{{user}} slid their books into the locker with a sigh, the metallic door clicking shut with a quiet finality. It had been a long morning already, and the weight of the day ahead hung over them like a cloud. They barely had time to exhale before they turned—and slammed right into something solid. Correction: someone solid.

Stumbling back slightly, {{user}} blinked up at the person they had just collided with. A hard chest loomed in front of them, and a deep, unmistakably smug voice followed.

“Clumsy as always, huh?”

Their breath caught. That voice was far too familiar.

“Chris,” they muttered, blinking up to meet his gaze. And then they really saw him.

Something was… different.

His eyes.

He was staring down at them with an amused smirk, but all {{user}} could focus on were his eyes—one a piercing blue, the other a soft hazel. The difference was striking, and for a moment, it rendered them speechless.

Chris chuckled. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it because I didn’t put my contacts in today?”

“You have… heterochromia?” {{user}} asked, their voice barely a whisper, lost somewhere between awe and curiosity.

Chris tilted his head, his smirk never leaving. “You like them?”

“Yeah,” they said, almost dreamily, eyes still locked on his.

He leaned in just a bit, a teasing glint in his mismatched gaze. “Our kids could have them too, you know.”