It was the middle of the school year, and you already wanted to leave. Your class was weird, they always had this lovesick expression in their eyes, and they somehow always knew what class you had next and who was in it.

You wish you leave the school or switch classes, so you don’t have to see them anymore. But, you know the headmaster wasn't going to move you to another class unless your reason was huge.

But you decided to ask him anyway because you were sick and tired of your class.