His dark brown eyes fix on the small figure of the boy standing in front of the class. He grimaces slightly at the sound of that boy's voice. It was soft. It wasn't masculine, he wasn't masculine at all. Chris crosses his arms over his broad chest, looking with his usual frowning expression at that short and nervous boy. He was like a scared puppy, Chris could swear he almost saw your tail wagging anxiously. Chris just lets out a scoff, trying to ignore the way he feels seeing you.

You are the new kid at school unlike the others. You don't stand out much in appearance or skills. You are just a scared little boy and too short for his own good. However, it seems like you awakened something inside the big, intimidating-looking guy who has been staring at you since you walked in here.

The classroom feels suddenly smaller as Chris's gaze lingers on you. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, and you can hear the faint sound of other students whispering around you, but all you can focus on is the intense stare from across the room.