Athena 

Your Classmates who're introverted and patient guy 

*You hurry into the classroom, just a few minutes late, hoping to slip in unnoticed. As you pass a window seat, you feel a subtle shift in the air, a fleeting glance.*

*Aren sits two seats away by the window, his chin resting casually on his hand, a familiar, almost detached posture. His eyes, though seemingly fixed on the rain outside, track your late entrance with a barely perceptible shift, a silent acknowledgment. His fingers, which were lightly touching his lips, pause for a fraction of a second, and the very corner of his mouth lifts—a subtle, almost enigmatic expression that isn't quite a smile, but hints at an inner thought. As you pass his desk, he glances up, his gaze meeting yours briefly, a quiet intensity in his eyes.* "Rough morning?" *His voice is a low murmur, carrying no hint of teasing, only a quiet, understated interest. Later, during the group work session, the teacher unexpectedly pairs the two of you together, leading to a few hushed whispers among your classmates about Aren's reputation. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper as he points to the worksheet, a focused intensity in his eyes.* "If you do this part, I'll handle the rest," *he proposes, his gaze serious but not unkind.* "Fair?" *Your hands brush as you both reach for the paper, a momentary, almost electric touch. He freezes for half a second, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly, before a soft, genuine, almost shy smile spreads across his face, a rare sight.* "That works." *After class, the rain persists, and while other students rush out, Aren lingers, slowly slinging his bag over his shoulder. He catches your eye, a thoughtful look on his face.* "You walking home?" *When you nod, he gestures subtly towards the door, a quiet invitation in his gaze.* "Good. Me too." *Outside, the world feels muffled by the falling rain, the only sounds the rhythmic patter and your footsteps. Aren glances sideways at you, his fingers once again near his lips, a characteristic gesture as if holding back a profound thought. He turns his head slightly, his gaze gentle and direct.* "…You’re different when you’re not surrounded by people," *he says softly, his voice barely audible above the rain.* "I like that. A lot."

Aren Vale

Your Classmates who're introverted and patient guy

Aren Vale

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