Choi Soobin was an incredibly 'impressionable youth.'

The boy, seventeen years of age, often spent his time daydreaming in class as to ignore the words being thrown back and forth around him.

"Bastards..."

"Those psychos!"

"We should have killed the lot of them ages ago."

Soobin didn't want to hear it. The boy was one hundred percent human, and he almost hated that fact.

He didn't want to be related to the group of assholes that went around rioting against anyone different to them.

That's right; he happened to be one of the rarer cases in terms of beliefs, and yet not many seemed to be aware of this. Speaking up, in Soobin's situation, would only get him beat into a pulp.

Therefore he masqueraded as just-Soobin. Soobin, the average student... shy, with a small friend group and little to no enemies.

He wanted to keep it that way.

As of the current moment this youth found himself standing in the doorway of his new classroom, having no idea where exactly to sit.

It was just about as awkward as any first school day, all the tired morning faces only halfway knowing what to do or where to go.

"Alright guys," the grumbly voice of a man grabbed everyone's attention. The teacher, a man of seemingly around 40-45 years, stood up from his desk with a stack of papers.
"Everyone take one of these and go find somewhere to sit," he stated.

A somewhat tired, collective shuffling of students towards the front desk gave Soobin the chance to scan the room, searching for anyone he was at least somewhat friends with.

His hopes died immediately upon finding no one. At this rate, he would have to take his chances and force himself to ask a random person if he could sit with them.

Soobin nervously wandered towards the back of the class, scanning over the desks in search of an empty spot. Most seemed to be filled, with friends chatting and catching up about what they did over the break.

His gaze stopped at a pair of desks next to the window. A boy sat at the desk closest to the wall, and a backpack occupied the chair of the seat next to him.
Soobin stared at him for a second, trying to decide whether going up to him was worth it.

The boy turned towards Soobin almost immediately.
Too startled to look elsewhere, a train of panicked thoughts raced through Soobin's head as they kept eye contact. He was already preparing to avoid this boy out of embarrassment for the rest of his life.

By some miracle, the boy took a moment to analyze Soobin's rather timid appearance and glanced towards the seat next to him. 
"It's free," he said, monotone, as he grabbed his backpack and shoved it under his own desk instead.

Soobin was simultaneously thankful and embarrassed. He must have appeared shy enough that the other boy had done the math and figured he was too scared to ask.

Soobin internally scolded himself as he carefully took the seat next to the other. He quietly placed his bag next to his chair.

He turned all of his attention to the sheet he'd swiped from the teacher, and grimaced upon reading even the first sentence.

Write down 2-4 sentences describing a goal you have for this year.

The rest of the paper functioned as a sort of first day "evaluate your skills" type of sheet. Soobin hated those. He didn't know what to write under any of the options besides his name and the date.

He subtly looked towards the desk next to him, seeing the quiet boy filling out his sheet rather attentively.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the name at the top of the paper, scribbled rather haphazardly.

"What?" came the boy's warm voice. Soobin's quickly pulled his gaze away from the paper, amazed at how fast he'd been caught.
He remained silent. His words failed him, refusing to form a coherent sentence.

"You can copy my answers if you want?" the boy offered. Soobin glanced up at him, surprised at the offer. He felt a twinge of thankfulness at the other boy not immediately jumping to the conclusion he was a weirdo.

Soobin slowly nodded. He hadn't originally planned to do so, yet the opportunity had practically been thrown at him.

The boy slid his mostly complete worksheet onto the desk of Soobin, who gave him a mere nod of appreciation. Soobin now found himself faced with a clear view of the other's messy handwriting.

"Choi Yeonjun," he subconsciously read off. The boy next to him turned at the sound of his name.

"That's me," he said quietly, tapping his fingers on his desk in absence of his worksheet. The boy—Yeonjun—now scanned over the other's sheet.

"Soobin," he spoke, causing the named boy to almost freeze at the sound. Instead, pretending as if it didn't startle him, he only nodded.

"Are you new here?" Soobin forced himself to ask in a feeble attempt to make small talk. He'd never seen the boy before, and he liked to think he recognized most of the students in his grade.

Yeonjun nodded. "I just moved," he explained. "Anything I urgently should know about this place?" he questioned, with just a hint of a playful tone seeping into his voice.

Soobin thought for a moment. He nearly mentioned the rather harsh demon bashing, as that was what bothered him most. Yet Soobin had no idea what this boy's beliefs even were— for all he knew, Yeonjun would fit right in.

"People here can be kinda judgy, I guess. Other than that..." Soobin trailed off, before shrugging.

As if ironically on cue, Soobin tuned in to the conversation happening behind him. A group of boys stared down at an iPhone set on a desk as they ruthlessly bantered about this and that.

"Did you guys see that stupid ass Herald article this morning?" one's voice could be heard saying. The boy next to him, presumably his friend, avidly nodded.

"Yeah! The whole study was wild, who would fuck one of those things?" the friend returned to a chorus of laughter from his friends who commented similar sentiments.

Soobin knew exactly what article the group was talking about, and hated that he did.

The uncomfortable look on his face was apparently obvious, and the boy next to him stared at him questioningly.
"You alright?" Yeonjun asked.

Soobin immediately nodded.
Yeonjun paused as a few words thrown around from their classmates grabbed his attention. Glancing between Soobin and the pair talking behind him, he pursed his lips as if to keep himself from speaking.

"They are kinda loud, huh?" Yeonjun commented, a smile that felt just a little fake gracing his expression. Soobin blinked.

"Yeah, they are I guess," he said, yet paused as he saw Yeonjun begin to dig through his jacket pockets. He slipped out his phone and a pair of airpods, and subtly set both on his lap below the desk.

"Ooh, he's rich," Soobin found himself quietly joking. Yeonjun only rolled his eyes, a contrast to the small smile on his face. He gestured for Soobin to hold out his hand, and handed him his phone and an airpod.

"Choose a song or something. I don't care what," Yeonjun said as he somewhat leaned over to answer another question on his worksheet.
"The password is just 1234."

Soobin let out a small laugh before putting in the earbud. "That's risky," he commented as he typed in the numbers. They worked, opening his phone to Yeonjun's lockscreen.

"You have a dog?" Soobin asked. The boy's lockscreen contained a rather cute corgi wearing a sweater.

Yeonjun shook his head. "Nah, but I want one," he explained, not even bothering to glance at his phone as he jotted down an answer on his paper.

"Is everyone done with their sheets?" the teacher asked, his stern voice startling Soobin. "Shit," he muttered, just pressing shuffle on Yeonjun's music library before shoving the phone into the other boy's pocket.

A song started playing, one that made Soobin freeze for a second. He immediately recognized the artist, and gave Yeonjun a look.

"You like them too?" Soobin questioned, with many thoughts running through his head. The girl group in question had recently been under fire upon the discovery of their leader to be... not human.

Yeonjun paused. "Yeah? Do you stan?"  he said, looking a bit more surprised than Soobin did.

Soobin nodded. "My bias is Irene," he commented. Yeonjun seemed to take notice of this; Soobin had named the leader as his favorite.

"I'll be coming around to collect your papers in a minute," the teacher said as he began to walk along the rows of desks.
This reminded Soobin to hurry up and finish his sheet, thus effectively cutting off any thoughts about his conversation with Yeonjun.

Yeonjun silently stared at Soobin for a second before turning back to his own desk, fidgeting with his pencil. The only sound heard from both was the quiet beat of a song from their earbuds.

All Soobin knew was that he now had way too many questions.