Call Me Yours

New year.
New batch.
New boys.
Same old chaos.

I've been in this tuition long enough to know every dusty corner, every lame teacher joke, and every face that walks in late with chips in hand.

But this year...
something's different.
Maybe it's the way he walked in - hoodie up, eyes down.
Maybe it's how they sit like shadows, always watching, never talking.
Maybe it's the way a glance can feel louder than words.

There's tension.
There's people who act like strangers until suddenly, they don't.
I thought I had it all figured out.
I didn't.

And by the time I realize what this all really is...
It might already be too late.