How exactly does one find a new student among the entire school population?

It didn't take Ishaan to find Yu-jun Lee, the new guy constantly swarmed by batches of people. His blue highlights stuck out in a sea of blondes, brunettes, and black hair like Ishaan's. If you followed a crowd somewhere in the school, you'd find Yu-jun there, as if he'd always been there.

Truth be told, it was about only 3 days after Yu-jun had transferred over. 

The papers, Ishaan told. I'm only here to hand out his paper, and then I'm leaving. Navigating crowds is usually avoidable for someone like Ishaan, but in this case, it was a teacher's decree that drove him forward. The hallways were packed.  There was a buzzing in Ishaan's ear that would not leave, but things needed to be done. 

As he squished and squirmed his way in, Ishaan wondered, What's so good about this guy anyway? Not that I'm jealous or anything. Do these people even have a class? Why are they still here?  A shoulder pushed him against another, and he clutched the papers harder, making them wrinkle. Now this is great. Maybe I should just give it later. A loud buzz rang through the halls as Ishaan tried shoving his way through, very far away from the mop of blue and black hair. 

And suddenly, the crowd wasn't there. Classes had begun. Now it was just him, his papers, and the destined recipient, who was slowly heading away to his own class. Not to Ishaan's class, which would be too convenient for Ishaan, of course. 

The weird monologuing finally reached an end, and Ishaan found his voice. "Wait! I have something to give to you!" He handed the papers, and scrambled some more in his bag. Ishaan was not willing to make another arduous trip to visit Yu-jun,  so he made sure there was nothing left to give. 

"Those are for your guardians or parents to sign..for homeroom. Your teacher told me to pick it up for you."

Yu-jun gave a blank stare. "..So why do they have to sign this?"

"Formality I guess; it's to make sure you know the rules and stuff."

The blankness never really left Yu-jun's stare, but he sighed and tucked them away. "Thanks, I'll, uh, give it to my homeroom later on." He then went on his merry way, fashionably late, to his classroom. 

Ishaan himself was not as fashionable when he arrived to his own class, with a half-opened bag and pants from running up the stairs. None of the teacher's scolding went into his head as he sat down for another round of calculus. Never again, he thought. I am not doing favours ever again.

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The bell rang for the last time of the day as a warm sunset began filling the class. Ishaan was ready to leave, but to his dismay, so was everyone else. Thus began another challenge of pushing and shoving through tumours of people clustering the halls. If we had a fire, Ishaan thought, we would be in big trouble. 

Ishaan did not find himself among the clusters of people, rather, he found himself sitting in isolation amongst desks in the hallway. Formed in the shape of the corner, the desks were usually filled with people eating, drinking, studying and all sorts of activities both studious and nefarious. Now, all that remained were bits of crumbs and a mess for Ishaan to clean up. 

Upon seeing the desolate state of his favourite hangout spot, he turned around and began walking down the hallway that had begun clearing up.

It was not that Ishaan was shy, he was rather outspoken when needed be. However, there was always a wall between him and the people here, a wall of formality and professionalism, and what lied beyond that wall was what held clusters of people together. 

Speaking of clusters of people, Yu-jun came into view once more, and a tell-tale sign of his presence, a crowd, hung out inside an empty classroom. Peering into the class through the window on the wall, Ishaan saw him sitting in the far right corner in the back, answering and nodding as multiple people asked and talked. Occasionally, a shy smile occurred, followed by more nods. There was no denying that Yu-jun was above average when it came to appearance, according to the crowd. Apparently, he was also above average when it came to just about anything, it seemed.

Weird, Ishaan thought, gazing at his own subtle reflection on the window.  Does being handsome mean you could look like you could do anything?  The nods and shy smiles seemed to need a break, and Yu-jun's eye caught the presence of Ishaan outside the classroom, awkwardly staring into his class. This caused an awkward turning of the head for Ishaan, and a realization that he was being a creep. His bangs poked his eyes as he backed away, hoping that perhaps the extra tuff of hair at the front could be his alibi. Maybe he didn't see me with my bangs, he deluded himself. 

With this, he scurried away, his bangs poking at his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time. Never mind, I'm going to cut them.