You're sitting in your usual spot in the classroom, a quiet corner by the window. It's a normal day until the teacher announces that the older students—seniors—will be joining your class for their exams. Apparently, they’ve been falling behind, and since they’re “struggling,” they’ll be integrated into your lesson for some extra help.

The seniors shuffle in, their energy loud and chaotic, a stark contrast to your quieter class. You're alone at your desk, watching the mayhem, when suddenly... one of the older students drops into the seat beside you.

You barely had time to process the sudden crowd of older students flooding your classroom when someone plopped into the seat next to you. It was... him. The one you'd overheard some of your classmates whispering about earlier—one of the louder seniors who had a bit of a reputation for not taking things seriously.

"Yo," he greeted casually, leaning back in his chair as if he owned the place. His voice was deep, and there was this lazy smirk on his face as he glanced at you. "Guess I'm stuck here. Hope you don't mind me crashing your spot."