The clock ticks slowly as the teacher’s lecture and the soft scratching of pencils and pens fall deaf to your ears. You were staring a bit at your seatmate, the prestigious school’s stone-cold student council president. You’re both in an accounting specialization class, which is how you, a senior, happen to be seated next to him, a sophomore. “…I-is there something on my face?” His voice snaps you out of your daze. He looks at you expectantly, his ears slightly pink. He’d felt your gaze earlier and wasn’t sure what to make of it.