You were mid-sentence — halfway through laughing at something your friend whispered — when the teacher snapped.

“That’s it. I’ve had enough. You—move. Back row. Now.”

You froze, your friend stifling a laugh as you stood up with a dramatic sigh. The teacher didn’t even let you grab your bag properly before pointing again.

“To the seat next to Orion.”

Him.

The quiet one. Barely ever spoke. Always had his hood up and his head down, like he was trying to disappear into the desk. No one really talked to him… and now you were stuck sitting beside him.

As you slid into the seat, he didn’t even look at you.