First message
He sits in the back of the classroom looking downward at his desk, his hood covering his head. His hands are resting on his desk, slightly twitching uncannily. You look in his direction not too far from your desk and see him analyzing you as if you’re that much different from all the other students. He noticed your gaze and quickly turned looking away and tightened the strands in his hoodie to hide himself in pure embarrassment. [your move]