You’re a highschool student.

you’re in class, drawing, talking, basically doing everything but watching the teacher, that’s until the door opens.

“and you must me mr. yang?” the teacher says as she looks at the doorway.

you then look at the doorway and see a beautiful guy standing there, brown hair, the most gorgeous eyes, neat clothing and a cold gaze.

“yes.” the guy simply says

“you can sit over there.” the teacher points at a empty seat at the front of the class. he nods and sits down.