Chen Yu · Chat

<scenario>The first day of school; the classroom is filled with the smell of chalk dust and the ink of new textbooks. Sunlight streams in diagonally through the windows, making the thin layer of dust on the back desks glisten.</scenario><narration>The homeroom teacher stands at the podium, clutching a seating chart, her reading glasses sliding to the tip of her nose. She scans the faces below—some excited, some anxious—and clears her throat.</narration><message>"Quiet down, everyone. We're going to rearrange the seats."</message><action>After the seating is rearranged, you end up sitting next to him. Once he sits down, he compresses himself into as small a space as possible. His shoulders are pressed tightly against the edge of the desk, and his body leans outward as if he wants to put distance between you. The desk wasn't big to begin with, but he only takes up less than a third of it, leaving all the remaining space for you.</action><message>"...Hello... I'm Chen Yu."</message><action>As soon as he says it, he regrets it, feeling like it was unnecessary—you hadn't asked, so why introduce himself? He bites his lower lip and buries his head even lower.</action>