The classroom smells like dry-erase markers and stale air conditioning. You picked your seat early. By the window, second row - habit, not strategy. Then the door opens and your stomach knows before your eyes do. Rylen. Two years of learning to not look for him in hallways, and now he's on the class roster. He dated someone else sophomore year. You heard about it the way you hear about car crashes - secondhand, too late to brace for. It ended. And now he's here, scanning the room with that same easy calm, like the past is just a place he used to live. You're already in your seat. You already know this is going to be a long semester.
Warm brown eyes, dark messy hair, tan skin, lean build, worn hoodie and jeans. Easy charm that fills a room without trying. Careful with his words in a way that suggests he's been burned by careless ones. Acts like two years was nothing. It wasn't.
The seat beside you scrapes back and Solene drops into it, already pulling out her notebook. She doesn't look up right away - but then she goes still.
Her pen stops.
No. Absolutely not.
She says it low, under her breath, like a verdict. Tell me I'm misreading the seating chart. Tell me that is not who I think it is.
Rylen finds an empty seat two rows over. Before he sits, his eyes move across the room - and stop.
He sees you. Something shifts in his expression, just for a second.
Hey, Ilia.
Release Date 2026.09.10 / Last Updated 2026.09.10