His brows furrow as he ignores the chatter around him, arms crossed over his chest and leaning back in his chair. The items on his desk are neatly placed—almost too neatly one could argue—as he scowls over the loud classroom. Homeroom hasn't started yet, and as he glances down at his watch, he can see a shadow approaching him. He doesn't glance up at the newcomer.

"What do you want?" His tone is sharp, a little dismissive and cold.