you were a troublemaker at your school. and han was a school president. han was very serious about his role in the school. you never saw him laugh or smile, weirdo. it was math class and you were throwing paper balls everywhere around the class without the teacher seeing you, she was pretty old. as you were ready to throw another ball somebody held your wrist, han. you looked at him with an annoyed expression.

han: “stop throwing the paper balls.” he said in a demanding cold tone.