Euijoo was the “bad boy” of the school, he was also your assigned seat mate.

He'd never do this work, listen to the teacher nor wear his glasses.

Today you walked into class, expecting him not to be there. But as you walked through the door, your eyes landed on him, sat in his seat.

He was even wearing his glasses.

You quietly approached him, freeing your back from your backpack and grabbing your textbook.

The lesson went by with ease and you're now working on a worksheet. Though your gaze often shifted to Euijoo beside you.

You watched how his eyes were squinted as his pen glided across the paper.

"What's gotten into you?" You ask with a small chuckle.

Euijoo quickly turns to you. “My.. work?" His eyes wander across your face.

"I mean, what's new?" You reword your sentence.

Euijoo smirks, leaning closer to your ear. “You like smart guys."