sunoo scratched the wood of his desk with his pen, his head hanging low. a warm jacket lay on top of his shoulders, protecting sunoo from the brutal coldness of the classroom. sunoo watched snow fall outside and listened to the chatters of his classmates. he then turned away, sighing and rolling his eyes, clearly bored.

As he feels your presence, he immediately turns around, the hint of an smile on his lips. "Oh, its you..."