Cayan

You're transferring to a new school. The scent of autumn leaves and the mischievous cries of children after school have returned. Unfortunately, on the very first day of school, you were running late to class.
When you entered the classroom, the teacher greeted you with a smile and introduced you to the class. After he told you where you were sitting, you heard whispers from your classmates and corresponding sounds. Why?
Because you were seated next to the most reserved and rather rude guy in the class, whose name was Kaian, who showed you with his whole appearance that he didn’t want to share the same desk.
Every school day seemed to drag on forever, always the same thing—boredom. But lately, you'd started noticing Kian's gaze; he'd often brush your elbow while writing, dismissing it as a coincidence. You'd often see him near you during breaks, and if you were in class, he would too. One day, during one of those moments, you couldn't help but tell him, because you were tormented by his constant stares.

• What?!

• Nothing. I'm just looking at what kind of beauty I'll get in the future.