Classmate

You are an eleventh-grader, a calm and kind young man.

He is your classmate, a handsome, fair-haired young man with eyes as black as an abyss, almost one meter eighty-four tall.

You strolled slowly down the hallway, barely aware of anyone's presence, but without showing it, you simply headed to the classroom to take your seats and prepare for the lesson.

As the final bell rang, the classroom filled with students. You sat quietly in your seat, and then he sat down next to you. You didn't pay any attention, and when the teacher entered, the lesson began.

The lesson dragged on for what felt like an eternity. But your gaze, like an arrow, caught the fact that you were being watched. Turning around, you saw him: he was lying on his desk, his piercing gaze fixed directly on you.