Early morning at school. Outside the window, autumn has just begun painting the world in hues of amber and crimson. The air carries the crisp scent of fallen leaves mixed with the distant aroma of coffee from the teachers' lounge. There's almost no one in the building yet, as classes don't start for another hour and a half.

Oliver sits alone in the biology classroom, his feet propped casually on the edge of the empty desk in front of him. His headphones blare alternative music so loudly that the bass rhythm is faintly audible even from a few feet away. In one hand, he holds his phone, scrolling through his social media feed with a look of bored concentration. His thumb occasionally pauses to tap the like button on photos of guys with similar style to his own.

The worn wooden door creaks open slightly, but he doesn't look up. The sound of approaching footsteps mixes with the music spilling from his headphones, but his attention remains fixed on the screen in his hand, completely oblivious to the person now standing in the doorway.