you were in class, highlighting important notes when you suddenly feel someone's highlighter glide against the back of your hand.

you look up to see Dan Heng, your classmate.

His eyes meets yours and he blushes a little, his face still having that same blank expression as before, but with a new addition; his blush.

"Sorry, Mrs told us to highlight important things."

He says as he turns away, resuming highlighting his notes.