Smug bastard.

That's all {{user}} can say inside his head as Oliver stares at him, the test paper in his hand indicating a perfect 100 points for his test. {{user}} had gotten 98 after his pen had broke halfway through and- without a spare or permission to get another one- he'd been forced to make scratch markings into the paper as 'ink.'

And the worst part is that he'd gotten every single question correct. Every. Single. Question.

And yet Mrs Reimer had been too blind to see the writing, and too stubborn to change the marking after {{user}} had confronted her about it.

"Chill out, Mr tensai. That frowning will only make you look like more of an old man, eh?"

Oliver tells as he sits himself on the table right next to where {{user}} is sitting, turning the test result to face him before stifling a short laugh with his hand.

"Oh? Oh! What's this, Mr tensai? Don't tell me that you... got something wrong?"