His Crybaby✓

The sounds of the bustling hallway were a distant hum, comfortably muffled by the music pouring into my ears. Each note was a balm, easing the usual anxieties that clung to me like a second skin. It was the calm before the storm, my personal sanctuary before the daily battle of school.
I stopped in front of Room 43, my feet suddenly heavy, as if filled with lead. Even the thought of stepping inside felt like a monumental effort. With a sigh, I pulled out my headphones, the sudden rush of ambient noise a jarring contrast to my peaceful bubble. Standing here forever wouldn't work; eventually, I had to go in.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, my gaze sweeping the familiar classroom. Most seats were claimed by unspoken agreement, a silent pact of student territories. My spot, the far back on the left, was usually sacrosanct. But today, a stranger occupied it, a nonchalant figure oblivious to the violation.
A shaky sigh escaped my lips as I scanned the room for an alternative, my heart sinking with each occupied desk. "Femi, please sit down already!" The sharp voice of my least favorite teacher, whose name I couldn't even recall at that moment, made me jump. All eyes, or so it felt, were on me.
There was only one free seat left.