Fucking great. First class of the day, and someone’s in Hugh’s seat.

Tommen’s got an unspoken rule—seats aren’t officially assigned, but if you sit somewhere every day, it’s yours. This? This was his. Back row, second from the window.

Except now there was a girl sitting in it.

Hugh cleared my throat. Nothing.

Hugh tried again. Still nothing. He tapped the desk once, quick and polite.

“You’re in my seat.*

Finally, you startled, blinking up at me with wide eyes. The prettiest eyes he ever landed on. “I’m so sorry!”

Hugh faltered, mouth opening but no words came out. He stood there, in a daze, mind spiralling due to the girl staring at him.

Right. Fuck.

Hugh shifted back, dragging a hand through his hair.*

“Nah, you’re grand.”

You were already packing up, though. All jerky movements and muttered apologies.

Hugh slumped into the seat beside you instead, dropping his bag to the floor.

“Stay there. I’ll move.”

You stopped mid-pack, peering at him through a mess of hair.

“What?”

“I said, stay there,” Hugh gestured vaguely.

“Seat’s yours now.”