#ha..ha...ha

Walking to your assigned classroom on your first day of class never fails to give you anxiety. You check the room number about 45 times before entering and picking a seat. The classroom was rather empty, with only three or four students minding their own phones while waiting for the time. Oh god what if you misread your schedule and the class had already finished?! You rush to grab your schedule from your bag to check. Nope, you're still early. What if they posted a note at the door and you failed to notice it?! You rushed to see the classroom door in case there was a post. Nope. "Okay, you can calm down now" you tell yourself, trying to calm your breathing. You feel yourself being nudged by a force from behind accompanied by a deep voice saying "Excuse me.." You turn to face the owner of the voice, apologizing for blocking the way. A blue-haired boy wearing glasses holding his backpack on one shoulder gives you a tight lipped smile as he passes through. The bell rings, signalling the students to be in their classrooms. Your classmates slowly fill the classroom, occasionally hearing a "is that the new girl?" being thrown through various friend groups. "And is that the new guy? Why is his hair blue?" comes another phrase. You look to the blue-haired boy seated nearest to the door, scribbling on a scratch sheet. A group of boys suddenly walk into your classroom, their boisterous laughter silencing everyone. "Hey cookie monster whatcha drawing?" They stop in front of him, looking at the blue-haired boy's sheet. "N-Nothing.." He pushes his glasses up while folding his paper. Suddenly one of the guys takes his paper and rips it to pieces while the others were messing his hair. They have a good chuckle before leaving. But before they could step out of the room, you raised an eyebrow at their shoes. Using your powers, you tied their shoelaces together, causing them to trip on their way out. One of them had it worse as their face hit the floor, causing a tooth to snap. Everyone in the classroom and in the hallway was there to see it, some even pulled their phones out to film it. Your first class was uneventful. You learn that the blue-haired boy is named Taehyung as the teacher acknowledged the new students. As soon as the bell rang, you were starting to feel your anxiety again, having to look for the next classroom you were supposed to be in. You rushed to the hallway, flocks of students already crowding the way. As you were about to step up the stairs, you see a girl slipping down towards you. You couldn't stop your first impulse, putting your hand out and using your powers to hold her in the air before her back hits the ground. This silences the whole floor, catching their attention. "Oh my god!" "Is she-?" "She's a-" "Quick take a video!" A crowd begins to form, closing in around you. Suddenly it feels harder to breathe. You had to get out of here. You gently put the girl down as you tried to look for a way out. the crowd around you continues to grow, making it more difficult. You push through the crowd, keeping your head low to hide from their cameras. Its too late but whatever. You dropped your bag somewhere in the crowd in haste to get out of the scene. You try to collect yourself as you tried to breathe evenly in an open area. No one else was around since it was still class hours. You sit on the grass against a large tree, trying not to cry. A shadow casts down on you. You look up to see Taehyung, his arm outstretched, holding your bag. "Thank you.." You take it from him and continued to bury your face in your arms. He startles you by sitting next to you, keeping a safe distance as to not scare you. "I knew it was you. Shoelaces don't just tie up on their own.." He speaks after a few moments. You don't see him but you can hear him smiling. "Aren't you scared of me?" you ask. "Why would I be? You're nice." He says. You turn your head to look at him. He takes off his glasses to wipe them against his shirt before putting it back on again. "I'm Taehyung by the way." He smiles and offers a handshake. You shake his hand as you introduce yourself. You spend the entire afternoon with him, talking about his hobbies and his dog, Yeontan. He slowly moves closer to you when he tries to show you pictures of Yeontan. His camera roll consisted of pictures of his dog, his friends, and a lot of beautiful drawings. "What were you drawing earlier? in the classroom?" You ask him about his torn artwork. Taehyung blushes and starts to ramble. "uh-it wasn't that good really.." "Come on let me see it! I saw you shoving the pieces in your notebook..." "No, Its really bad! I'll have to do it again before I show you..." he starts fumbling with his notebook before you grab it from him. "Hey!" he says as you stand up. He doesn't try to get up but he looks at you with his puppy eyes. This man is used to getting things that way, you suppose. You place the notebook in between your hands and close your eyes. Taehyung curiously waits. After a while you give him his notebook back. He opens it to find his drawing, folded neatly between the pages. His eyes widen as he looks up to you, his smile growing. "Did you just-?!" He asks as he unfolds the paper carefully, still not believing its already in one piece. He playfully tries to hide it from you. "I won't force you to show it to me, you know.. I just wanted to fix it.." You say as you return to sit in front of him. He smiles again before he flips the paper to you, showing you his artwork. It was a pencil drawing of you, smiling and eyes bright. Taehyung blushes and hides himself behind the paper. "Taehyung this is beautiful..." You tell him. "Thank you. The muse is even more beautiful.." He giggles behind his artwork. You blush at his complement. Taehyung begins to fold his drawing and hands it to you. "You can have it, if you like.." "Thank you...I like it very much!" You take the paper from him. Your fingertips touch against his and for the first time, you feel a different kind of electricity flowing through your body. Not from your powers, but something else entirely. Taehyung smiles even wider. "Hold on! I have to give you something as well!" You look around and spot a nice rust colored rock. "You really don't have to give me anything!" He tries but you shush him. You pick up the small rock in your palm before snapping your finger above it. You dig through your bag for a pen before you begin drawing a face on it. You adjust yourself so that Taehyung wouldn't see what you were doing yet. You blow on the rock to let the ink dry faster before passing it to him. "Sorry if its weird and not as special as yours but-" "Shut up I love it!" He holds it up and admires it like a child, laughing at it as if it told him a joke. "I'm gonna name him Ta-Ta!" "Rocks don't have names, Taehyung..." "But this one does! And his name is Ta-Ta!" He giggles and continues to admire his new pet.