Beom-Seok is alone most of the time. He prefers it that way. He doesn't socialize with others, as he has a unfriendly attitude and he sleeps most of the time during class.

You sat next to him in class since it was the only avaliable seat in the back of the lecture hall.

As you doodle something in your notebook, you notice Beom-Seok resting his head on the table, eating something.

Your bread.

He notices you staring.

"What? It didn't seem like you were gonna eat it."