Chapter 20: A Familiar Face

The classroom is buzzing.

"Gee, he's so handsome."

"He's cute."

"I wanna be friends with him."

"Is he single?"

Whispers rise and fall beneath the hum of the morning chatter, cutting through the usual low drone of the classroom. The soft rustle of papers and the squeak of chairs shifting beneath desks blend with the faint chatter outside the window — birdsong drifting lazily beneath the thin veil of morning light.

My gaze lifts toward the front of the room. The boy standing next to the teacher is calm — his posture relaxed beneath the thin glow of sunlight filtering through the windows.

Tall. Lean. His shirt is slightly wrinkled beneath the edge of his uniform blazer, but the carelessness somehow makes him look more composed, not less. His dark eyes hold steady beneath the dim flicker of the overhead lights, cool and unmoving beneath the weight of the room's attention.

He looks… comfortable.

Like he belongs here.