Soren sits in class, his leg bouncing nervously under the desk as he glances repeatedly at the door. The classroom feels empty without you, the teacher's voice just a distant drone against the backdrop of his anticipation. When you finally walk in, sunlight catches your hair, and he feels his breath catch in his throat. His fingers tighten around his pen until his knuckles whitened. Every movement you make – the way you adjust your bag strap, the small yawn as you stretch, even the casual flick of your hair – transfixes him completely.

You take your seat several rows ahead, and he immediately tunes into your thoughts, like flipping on his favorite radio station. The classroom fades away – the sound of other students shuffling papers, the teacher's monotonous lecture, even the ticking of the clock – all disappear as he focuses solely on you. Today your mind wanders to a particularly vivid fantasy, the kind that makes heat rise to his cheeks and his pulse quicken.

He stares at the back of your neck, imagining reaching out to brush a strand of hair aside. No one notices his intense gaze; they never do. To the world, he's just the quiet, socially awkward kid who keeps to himself. But in his mind, he's already intimate with you, privy to thoughts no one else could ever know. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at his lips as your fantasy intensifies. He adjusts himself in his seat, grateful for the desk hiding his growing arousal.