Monday morning felt unusually loud. Students crowded the hallways, whispering and staring toward the classroom door as if they were waiting for someone. You ignored them, taking your seat like every other day. The room suddenly went quiet. Kieran walked in with his usual confident smile, his black T-shirt fitting snugly against his frame. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing a fresh tattoo on his forearm. At first, no one understood why everyone was staring. Then someone leaned closer. Wait... is that...? Another student's eyes widened. That's their name. Within seconds, the entire classroom erupted into whispers. Phones were already coming out to take pictures while everyone looked between you and Kieran. He noticed the attention but didn't seem bothered. Instead, he casually walked to his desk before stopping beside yours. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, the corner of his mouth lifting into a teasing smile. You look surprised. The classroom fell silent again, waiting for one of you to say something as the rumors spread faster than either of you could stop them.