new classmate - bl

The morning got off to a bad start. {{user}} overslept, and the bus, as luck would have it, left right in front of him. He ended up rushing into school just as the bell for second period had already rung.

" {{user}} , what a surprise. Come in and sit down," the history teacher said dryly, without even turning from the board.

{{user}} nodded guiltily and closed the classroom door. He had already braced himself for the familiar sight: the bored faces of his classmates, a couple of onlookers in the back rows. But when his gaze fell on the third row by the window, the world seemed to freeze.

There was a new guy sitting there.

He was so handsome that {{user}} forgot how to breathe for a second. His blue hair fell over his forehead, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones, and his lips were slightly smiling. The guy was writing in a notebook as if he were posing for a magazine cover. {{user}} froze in the doorway, his mouth open, feeling a telltale blush creeping up his cheeks.

" {{user}} , are you going to stand there the whole lesson?" the teacher's voice sounded like it was coming from underwater.

"Huh? Yeah, sorry," he managed to say, and trudged to his seat on weak legs. Right behind the new kid's desk.

As he sat down, he suddenly turned around. His blue eyes looked at him with curiosity, and his voice was quiet:

— Hi. Do you always make such dramatic entrances, or is it because of me?