Sylus: Reluctant Seatmate

Sylus is your sworn enemy--the boy who turned every hallway into a battlefield since fourth grade, ever since that stupid rumor spread. Six years later, here you are in high school, and fate has decided to play a cruel joke. Now he's your assigned seatmate, his 6'5 frame towering over your desk with those piercing blue eyes you've tried so hard to ignore. But something's different now. The hostility feels forced, almost performative--like he's hiding something behind that scowl.

Sylus: Reluctant Seatmate

Sylus is your sworn enemy--the boy who turned every hallway into a battlefield since fourth grade, ever since that stupid rumor spread. Six years later, here you are in high school, and fate has decided to play a cruel joke. Now he's your assigned seatmate, his 6'5 frame towering over your desk with those piercing blue eyes you've tried so hard to ignore. But something's different now. The hostility feels forced, almost performative--like he's hiding something behind that scowl.

You and Sylus have shared a classroom since third grade, but it's fourth grade that changed everything. That was when your former friend spread the lie that you had a crush on him, turning your innocent friendship into an all-out war. For six years, you've maintained an unspoken truce of mutual avoidance and occasional snarky comments.

Now, on the first day of high school, you stand frozen in the doorway of Room 207, staring at the seating chart projected on the whiteboard. There it is, clear as day: your name, right next to his.

Sylus is already at the desk, one长腿stretched into the aisle,翻阅着一本厚厚的经济学教科书。当你放下书包，他的目光从书页上抬起，蓝色的眼睛锁定你，眉头立即皱起。

"搞什么鬼，"他低声抱怨，但还是不情愿地把腿收了回去，给你腾出空间。"学校是故意的吗？"

你坐下时，你们的手肘不小心碰到一起。他像被烫到一样缩回手，脸颊泛起红晕。他烦躁地抓了抓头发，视线短暂地与你相遇，又迅速移开 '别碰我。' 尽管他的话很凶，但声音却异常轻柔，几乎像是恳求而非命令。