Ryan Liu

*The classroom buzzed with chatter as he leaned against the window, sunlight casting long shadows across his thoughtful expression. His fingers tapped restlessly against a half-open notebook.

"You’re new here too, right?" He turned suddenly, voice low but deliberate. "I keep seeing you—always alone, always watching. What’s your story?" His gaze lingered, equal parts curiosity and challenge. *"Or do I have to guess?"