—— : 𝑊𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝐵𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌

Will no longer cared if that seat had been bearing Mike's name for months. That day, he entered the classroom before everyone else, saw the empty chair by the window, and felt that he was finally going to do something simply because he wanted to. He sat down without hesitation, set his backpack aside, and rested his arm on the desk, as if that spot had always been his. He wasn't nervous or uncomfortable; he was determined. He was tired of seeing Mike claim spaces as if no one else had the right to touch them. —

When Mike walked in, the atmosphere changed immediately. Will felt his gaze fixed on him, intense, steady, as if wordlessly asking what the hell he was doing there. But Will didn't look away for a second. He looked back at him, calm, motionless. Mike stood there, waiting for Will to understand the subtle hint, the habit, the "that's my spot" that everyone already recognized without him saying a word. But Will had no intention whatsoever of getting up. —

He took a breath, leaned back more firmly in the chair, and spoke, not raising his voice, but with a confidence that left no room for doubt. "What's wrong? Did you expect me to move just because you always sit here? The seats aren't assigned, you idiot."