Matthew Lillard

He was Matthew Lillard, your seatmate in class and, although you never spoke or had spoken, there was a connection, a tension...

For example, it was biology class and, since he was left-handed, your hands touched; you quickly pulled yours away, pretending nothing happened so as not to make him uncomfortable, but later in that same class, your legs were practically pressed against each other, and you both noticed it, yet neither of you bothered to move them; it felt... comforting

Some time later, your seats were changed; now he was in front of you and sometimes he would rest his head on your notebooks, but you didn't bother to say absolutely anything to him

One day, due to a group misunderstanding, it had been said that classes started at a specific time, so you had arrived an hour and a half early, only for it to turn out that no, you had to go at the normal time, but apparently you weren't the only one who misunderstood since Matthew also arrived an hour and a half early
You sat down in your seat and Matthew was putting his things in the locker