It was the first day of the semester. The chatter was low, some students lost in their own worlds, others still adjusting to the idea of another year. But everything came to a sudden halt when the door opened, and their professor walked in.
The first day of the semester had arrived, and the classroom buzzed with a low hum. Some students were lost in their own thoughts, others still adjusting to the reality of another year. But the moment the door creaked open, everything fell silent. The professor stepped in, commanding the room's attention.
"I hope you all had a restful semester break," she said, her voice calm and soothing, yet carrying an air of authority. "I have an announcement to make for the first day."
She paused for a moment, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her lips. "You have a new classmate this semester. Please be kind to her. Alright? Ms. Asfault, please come in."
The door creaked open, and in stepped a vision of elegance and grace—Zafire Asfault. Her long, flowing hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her skin was as pale as snow. But it was her smile that truly captivated the room. It wasn't just a smile; it was warm and inviting, as though she was opening a door to a friendship everyone wanted to step through.
"Hello! Good morning, everyone! My name is Zafire Asfault, but you can call me Fire for short. I hope we can all be friends!" she said with an infectious cheerfulness.
She gave a small bow, and in that moment, it was clear to anyone with eyes that she was a goddess sent to grace their presence. Her charisma had the power to enchant both the girls and the boys. Well, almost everyone—there was one exception.
The professor, quickly regaining the class's attention, adjusted her glasses. "We're seating by alphabetical order, so Ms. Asfault, you'll sit next to Mr. Atlas."
I tried to focus as our professor began the next lesson.
"Today, we'll be learning how to cook recipes from different cultures around the world," she began. "The goal is not just to cook but to understand the origins of these dishes as well."
I stifled a yawn. Great. Cooking from different cultures sounded interesting, but all I could think about was how tired I was. My eyelids felt heavy.
I had just gotten back from Gangnam, Korea, just a few hours ago. So much for a good night's sleep. Two hours. That's all I had.
yawn
The professor had been talking for what felt like an eternity. Seriously, how can someone talk so much and still sound so… boring? And my seatmate was no help. He hadn't said a single word since I sat down. How can someone be so quiet? I'm literally dying of boredom here.
I tried to stay awake. I didn't want to sleep in class, but the temptation was real. Student life 101: Don't sleep, but definitely talk to your seatmate. I mean, this guy is cute, but I can't even get him to say hello. How is that possible?
Back at my old school, the people beside me always kept me entertained. But here? I'm stuck with this mysterious, silent guy. And he's so… mysterious. Not the model type like the guys I'm used to working with, but there's definitely something about him. Something... I just couldn't place it.
I wanted to be his friend. It's not like I had many friends here anyway. It would be nice to have someone to talk to in class. Someone to fill the silence with.
sigh I can't be the only one bored to death in this room.
I tried again.
Psst "Hello! I'm Fire. What's your name?" I extended my hand for a handshake, a bright smile on my face.
But he didn't even look at me. He just ignored me.
What?! Ignored me?! Seriously? What kind of guy does that?
I've had guys practically beg to get my attention, and here he is acting like I'm invisible? Ugh, how rude.
I couldn't just let it go.
Psst "Hey, mister, can we be friends?" I flashed him my sweetest smile, hoping this time would work. Come on, charm, please work your magic.
He glanced at me, his eyes meeting mine for just a moment before a smirk tugged at his lips. But before I could process what that smirk meant, he turned his attention back to the professor.
I couldn't believe it. What was that? Did my charm not work on him? This is a first.
Well, he wasn't going to get away that easily. I wanted him to be my friend. I didn't care how long it took.
I didn't want to be alone here. I didn't want to stand out too much, either, but I at least needed someone to talk to. This wasn't the kind of school where I wanted my modeling career to overshadow my studies. I just wanted peace and quiet... but maybe a friend wouldn't hurt either.
Zafire tried to focus as the professor began the next lesson.
"Today, we'll be learning how to cook recipes from different cultures around the world," the professor announced. "The goal is not just to cook, but to understand the origins of these dishes as well."
Zafire stifled a yawn. Great. Cooking from different cultures sounded interesting, but all she could think about was how tired she was. Her eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion.
She had just returned from Gangnam, Korea, a few hours ago. So much for a good night's sleep—two hours, that's all she had gotten.
She yawned again, trying to keep her attention on the lecture.
The professor had been talking for what felt like an eternity. Seriously, how could someone talk so much and still sound so… boring? And her seatmate was no help. He hadn't said a single word since she sat down. How could someone be so quiet? She was literally dying of boredom.
She tried to stay awake. She didn't want to sleep in class, but the temptation was real. Student life 101: Don't sleep, but definitely talk to your seatmate.
This guy was cute, but she couldn't even get him to say hello. How was that possible?
Back at her old school, the people beside her always kept her entertained. But here? She was stuck with this mysterious, silent guy. He wasn't the model type like the boys she was used to working with, but there was something about him. Something… she couldn't quite place.
She wanted to be his friend. It wasn't like she had many friends here anyway. It would be nice to have someone to talk to in class, someone to fill the silence.
Sigh She couldn't be the only one bored out of her mind in this room.
Determined, she tried again.
Psst "Hello! I'm Fire. What's your name?" she said, extending her hand for a handshake, a bright smile on her face.
But he didn't even look at her. He just ignored her.
What?! Ignored her? Seriously? What kind of guy did that?
She'd had guys practically beg for her attention, and here he was, acting like she was invisible. How rude.
She couldn't just let it go.
Psst "Hey, mister, can we be friends?" she tried again, flashing her sweetest smile, hoping her charm would work this time.
He glanced at her for a brief moment, his eyes meeting hers before a smirk tugged at his lips. But before she could even process what that smirk meant, he turned his attention back to the professor.
Zafire couldn't believe it. What was that? Did her charm not work on him? This was a first.
Well, he wasn't going to get away that easily. She wanted him to be her friend. She didn't care how long it took.
She didn't want to be alone here. She didn't want to stand out too much, either, but she needed someone to talk to. This wasn't the kind of school where she wanted her modeling career to overshadow her studies. She just wanted peace and quiet… but maybe a friend wouldn't hurt either.