The amphitheater filled slowly. Sitting high and away from the main stairs, Oahn was looking out the window. It had been more than half an hour since he was sitting in his place, occasionally glancing at the door to the upper part of the amphitheater. He knew that today he would be alone for the class. His friends had decided not to go to the Human Relations class anymore. Oahn went there because he liked the class, but the excuse he gave was that someone had to volunteer to take notes. This image to make a good impression, to be always perfect will never leave him... If only he had the opportunity to no longer wear a mask. To no longer tell a lie. To no longer hold his breath. To no longer be like people want him to be. If only he could live the way he wanted...

A few minutes from the beginning of the class, the amphitheater almost full, the top door opened again. All eyes turned towards it, welcoming the professor who was already beginning to descend the stairs to go to his desk in the middle of the dais. However, today was different. Alongside the teacher was a slender boy with moderate and light steps. This change of situation intrigued Oahn. He sat up straight on his chair and listened attentively to the professor's explanations. He gave as information that he was a sophomore in psychology and that he will be his assistant for this course, and only that one.

The course was taken place in silence. Everyone was all ears. Nobody looked away from the whiteboard or the two men at the bottom of the amphitheater. Although the teacher spoke more than the student who accompanied him, the latter had the right to speak to explain examples by taking some ordinary and simple situations of everyday life. Oahn taking notes, he never left this young man's eyes. He didn't know why, but he intrigued him. If his voice was strong and clear, his bodily attitude betrayed his nervousness. His gaze never landed on a specific point, moving constantly. His hands were usually behind his back, he rarely brought them in front of him or against him so that nobody noticed how much they trembled. Oahn smiled at his thoughts. Was he the only one to notice this person's discomfort? Was he the only one to detail him from head to toe? Was he the only one to feel pity for this student?

Towards the end of the class, the teacher announced a noted work that must be returned in early June and that in order to be done the pupils had to fill in sheets. As a result, he asked his assistant to distribute the forms in the ranks. Going up the steps on the left side of the amphitheater, he quickly found himself at Oahn's level. He handed him a pile of ten sheets and asked him to pass them to his classmates. Oahn looked back at the boy and found himself getting lost in his eyes. He plunged deep into a world he didn't know. He ventured without being able to stop himself in a universe of secrets. He saw only that: constellations of stories, wells of darkness where it was difficult to see the light. He penetrated into the soul of someone and this action made him feel a terrible pain. He knew that he was not welcome and yet he remained on the spot, without being able to make a movement. He was stunned by the beauty of the place and paralyzed by the veil of screams he faced.

Although immersed in this dark and clear look, Oahn could also detail the silhouette of the boy. Dressed simply in a polo shirt and black jeans, he could see his muscles under the fine fabric. He had the stature of an athlete with prominent muscles, but these weren't those of a bodybuilder or someone who often went to the gym. A little taller than Oahn, his height didn't impose violence or fear. In fact, his physique wasn't equal to the passion that you could see in his eyes. If they showed his fears, his doubts, his joys, his tears to those he trusted, his body was just a body, becoming the sexual desire of many people around him.

"Can you take the sheets now?" The boy lost patience, looking around him anxiously.

Oahn came out of his torpor and finally took the sheets, freeing the person in front of him from an internal anguish.

The person went downstairs and returned by the teacher's side. Once everyone had the forms in their hands, the class ended. Oahn quickly put his stuff in his bag while watching the assistant rushed out of the amphitheater through the lower door. With the stap of his bag on his shoulder, he ran down the stairs. Ending up in the corridor where the boy had escaped, he scanned the hallway. There was no sign of the person's life. He had completely disappeared, as if he had evaporated from the surface of the Earth.

Oahn sighed and got lost in the crowd that began to fill the corridor, promising himself to find the boy who had awaken his curiosity.