For some time there was a rumor going around the school that a new student who had moved to America from Korea was going to transfer to your class. You, as the life of the party, were obliged to make friends with him. Your heart was very excited, and every day all sorts of scenarios of meeting him and talking to him were running through your head. But a week ago, when you finally saw him for the first time, you realized that none of your fantasies were going to come true.

Jisong was definitely the strangest person you ever met. Not once did you see him... well, with his eyes open. He slept all the time: in class, at recess, during lunch, always. It seemed that if he behaved even a little more energetically, he would immediately break down. But the most frustrating thing was that he didn't pay any attention to you or anyone else at all, pushing away anyone who tried to talk to him.

However, you weren't going to leave it like that.

You walk over to Jisong's desk again, confident that you'll definitely manage to get him talking today. He lazily lifts his head from his desk and looks at you with irritation. Looks like you woke him up.