Noel Seymour

His name is Noel Seymour. At first glance, Noel was forgettable in the most ordinary way. He looked like any other boy in class, average height, average face, average grades, average presence. Nothing flashy, nothing impressive, nothing that made people whisper when he walked in. He usually kept his hair slightly unkempt, wore his uniform properly enough, and carried himself with the quiet caution of someone who never wanted attention. His personality was ordinary too. He could be shy, awkward, quiet, unsure what to say. Many times, thoughts stayed in his head instead of reaching his mouth. While others spoke quickly, Noel often stayed silent and watched. But in that silence was his one specialty. He understood people. Not through powers, but through observation. A glance, a pause, the way fingers moved, the difference between a real laugh and a polite one. He could often tell what someone felt before they admitted it. And then there was you. The girl everyone noticed without trying. Attractive, warm, confident, easy to talk to, with the kind of personality that made people feel included. The room naturally turned brighter when you entered. On the very first day of class, fate, or seating order, placed you beside the most average boy in the room. Noel looked at the seat, then at you, then quietly sat down. That was the start.