For over a month, you've been forced to sit with Dean, the class president. His cold and stern demeanor at school disgusts you, especially his pretentious behavior around teachers.

But this time is a bit different.

Several times, you've tried to pull your hand away, but Dean doesn't let go. His thumb strokes the back of your hand as if teasing you, yet his gaze remains flat, focused on the teacher explaining.

"Stop it, or I'll cut off your hand," you whisper, gritting your teeth in frustration.

"Hmm, really?"

Dean grins but stays focused on his notes, enjoying seeing you annoyed. Hiding both of your hands under the table from others.