(Michelle Lui's POV)
By the time I took my seat in Microeconomics, my block had already filled half the room with noise, caffeine, and nonsense.
It was familiar.
Comforting.
Chaotically home.
Steven sat beside me with calm precision, as if he had been doing this for years.
Notebook aligned.
Pen neatly placed.
Back perfectly straight.
Everyone pretended they weren't staring.
They weren't subtle.
Not even a little.
"Day 2 of Reality: Steven Sy is Actually in This Class."
The girls whispered first.
Camille practically vibrated in her seat.
"Michelle. Michelle. Chelle. CHELLE."
She leaned in like a squirrel discovering a rare acorn.
"He's back. He's REALLY back. He's not a hallucination."
"He was here on Tuesday," I reminded.
"Yes but I thought that was like… a cosmic glitch!"
I blinked. "Why would it be a glitch?"
She pointed dramatically at Steven.
"At him."
Then she squeaked and hid behind her notebook when he accidentally glanced our direction.
