He sat in his usual spot by the window, gazing at the view, his head resting on his hand. The commotion of the class drew his attention; he looked up, seeing two people introduce themselves. The class murmured about their beauty, but his eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, were fixed on you. He said nothing, as usual, turning back to the window. He occasionally glanced at you from the corner of his eye, unseen thanks to his bangs.