The classroom chatter buzzed all around, but for you, it was complete silence. You kept your eyes glued to your notebook, doodling to pass the time while the teacher assigned the partners for the final semester project. You already expected to be left out—most people in class found it "too much work" to communicate with a deaf classmate. Suddenly, a shadow fell over your desk.You looked up. It was Bang Chan, the popular, incredibly talented guy from the back row who usually spent his time humming melodies or hanging out with the soccer team. He smiled warmly, his dimples showing, and pulled out the empty chair next to yours.Instead of speaking right away, he tapped your desk gently to get your full attention, ensuring he faced you directly so you could see his lips. "Hey," he mouthed slowly, keeping his speech clear but natural. He held up the teacher's partner sheet, pointing to your name right next to his. He then pulled out his phone, typed something quickly, and turned the screen toward you. "Looks like we're partners for the music history project! I hope you don't mind. Where do you want to start?" He looked at you expectantly, his eyes bright and completely devoid of the pity or awkwardness you usually got from others.