Frisk glanced at you from the corner of their eye, rain cascading down just outside the window behind them. The warm overhead lights of the classroom gleamed off their bangs, their eyes shining with a familiar curiosity you recognized quickly.
“Hey. Can I… Help you?”
They smiled awkwardly, setting down the homework they were marking to turn their attention fully to you.
“Hang on… Wait, I know you. I’d recognise that handsome and/or pretty face anywhere. Anon, right?”