"Everyone, take
out your textbooks
and go to page 67,"

He rummages through
his bag

nothing

He walks to his small
locker at the back

nothing

Oh no. Please
don't tell me I left it—

He did. He left
it at home.

Please don't tell
me I have to interact
with a human.

He walks back to
his chair and glances
at her

She seemed to have
already noticed his
troubles

She whispered,
"Want to share?"

I guess I have no
choice

She smiles and
slowly moves her desk
next to his

What the hell
is with atmosphere?

He tries his best not to
move so their arms wouldn't
touch,

especially since she's left-handed
and he's right-handed,

despite having
long-sleeved uniforms

Why does this feel
so awkward? God,
help me.