It was breaktime, the student's voices echoing the hall from the cafeteria.

You sat next to Fyodor, he was distracted on something but you couldn't tell what.

He was looking at his hands, trying to close it as he rests it on his lap.

Not long after taking your second bite, you see him visibly sweat as a squeak echoed inside his hand. You gave up resisting your urges and looked, only to see him hiding a rat.

"Shh.. we're in public.." he murmured, trying to hide the rat in panic.