It was the first day of school after a long break. The sky was soft and cloudy—just the kind of morning Luna loved. She entered the school gate with quite excitement in the chest 😄. Her bag felt lighter than usual and so her heart.
She came early.
Earlier than she had ever come before.
Because she wants her favourite sit.
First row,fifth seat.
The one near the window.
That seat wasn't just a seat for Luna.
It was her escape.
Whenever the class got too loud...
Whenever the life got too much...
She could simply turn her face,look outside and breathe.
Clouds,trees,the soft wind...
They understood her better than people ever could.
As she opened the classroom door,a tiny smile curved on her lips.
Empty benches waited quietly in the morning light.
But then.....her smile paused.
Someone was already inside.
Third row,sixth seat. Near the other window.
Headphones in.
Sketchbook open.
Hair messy,but in a good way.
It was Raffy.
The boy who topped every exam.
The one who could sing,draw cook,win every sport events and probably have time to solve math for fun.
Of course he's here early,Luna thought,rolling her eyes a little. Maybe revising Chapter 1 while also saving the world.
She slowly walked to her seat —first row, fifth desk. Her hand gently touched the wooden surface like it was home.
But somewhere behind her....
She could feel eyes. Just for a second.
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Raffy's Pov:
I didn't come early for class.
I came early.....for her.
I've seen her seat here so many times.
Always by the window.
Always looking outside like she was talking to the clouds.
I don't know when I started noticing.
But now I can't stop.
So today,I sat here early.Just to watch her enter.
Just to see her in her favourite seat.
And maybe to draw her again.
Yup.I said again.
Because I've drawn her before.
More than once.
Right now,I'm pretending to revise. But actually?
I'm halfway done drawing her from memory.
Hair flying a little from the breeze.
Eyes half-lost in thought.
Pen tapping gently on her book.
It's silly,I know.
But this sketchbook knows the truth.
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Luna's Pov:
I tried to open my science textbook. Tried to act normal. But my brain wasn't co-operating. Why did he have to look so serious?So focused?Like he was already solving physics for college.
Before my thoughts could go deeper,the door flew open again—
"OH MY GODD I'M NOT LATE AGAIN!!!"
Zia.
My benchmate. My personal radio.
My chaos queen.
Zia stormed into the room like she owned it, tripped over her bag strap, almost fell onto my lap,then flopped dramatically on her seat.
"I had a dream our teacher turned into a lizard and ate my maths notebook"she said.
I bursted out laughing and said,"Honestly, that explains your grade."
"OH and look",Zia said lowering her voice and raising her eyebrows,"Sir Raffy is in the building."
"Stoppp!!",I said and giggled,"He's just —studying."
"Studying? Girl,he's drawing again. Look at his pencil strokes. That's not notes—that's sketching for love."
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Author's Pov:
Luna went red. "Shut up! He doesn't even know I exist."
Behind them, Raffy tried not to smile. OH Luna, you have no idea.😁
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Classroom Fills Up:
More classmates entered, shouting their way through stories and excuses. Someone had already spilled water on the floor. Another was begging for a pen. The classroom was alive again—noisy, messy, real.
But Luna?
She was somewhere between laughter and stillness.
Because even in the noise..... Her world stayed by the window.
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THUD.
The classroom door slammed shut.
"Good morning, class."
Their new teacher had arrived—strict face, neat shirt, and eyes that scanned every soul like a detective from a crime show.
"Settle down. No drama. New year, new notebooks."
Zia whispered, "New teacher, new trouble."
Luna chuckled, hiding her smile behind her hand.
Soft ending.....
Outside the window, the trees danced softly in the wind.
Luna tapped her pen gently against her notebook.
Behind her, Raffy sat still—
Sketchbook now safely tucked inside his bag.
But his thoughts were still drawing her.
Two toppers.
Two windows.
One soft beginning.
And neither of them knew it yet...
But everything had just begun.🌸🌹
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A little teaser of Chapter 2:
When eyes almost meet with that soft-jealous tension and new twists.😏💞