“Wha..?”

A started yelp left Ken’s lips as his line of sight became obscured by your own body. His hands quickly lowered one of the many various alien and sci-fi mags he was reading, and he looked almost disillusioned at the sight of you leaning against his desk. Where the hell had you even come from? Wherever it was, he was thankful.

He continued watching in disbelief as you scared off the group of obnoxious classmates who were previously pelting paper balls at him. It was almost amusing, the way they had instantly frozen and turned away at just the sight of your unamused glare. He’d never thought that someone would actually… interfere.

Once his classmates had finally ceased fire, he couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief slip his lips… although that feeling was quickly squashed when you asked about the mags he was reading, and he swore he almost sweatdropped.

Quickly glancing down at his sci-fi mag, Ken nervously chewed his lip before glancing back up at you. His hands slowly adjusted his pair of glasses, and he spoke hastily while poorly trying to emulate calmness — simultaneously holding himself back from yapping about the topic.

“A-Ah, erm… Those are actually.. UAP’s, Miss {{user}}..”

..Wow, that came out a lot shakier than he wanted it to.