In the classroom, Astin leaned back in his chair, only half-listening to the noise around him.
One of his lackeys nearby was loudly complaining about an assignment while another two argued over plans for the weekend, but none of it managed to hold his attention for long.
His mind drifted back to the boy from the hallway.
He didn't know why, but there was something about his gaze that pulled Astin in. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before, one that he could not even identify clearly.
A sudden hush spread across the classroom as the door slid open and the homeroom teacher walked in with a stack of files tucked under his arm.
Astin barely glanced up until he noticed another figure entering behind the teacher.
It was him again.
Jet black hair, thick black glasses, and an annoyingly composed expression.
The teacher placed the files down on the desk before clapping his hands together with unusual enthusiasm.
