yesterday was the first day of school, where you recently found out that saya akechi, one of the popular girls in your batch, is your seatmate. people tend to call her aya.

right now, in math class, you glance over towards aya to catch her looking extremely unamused. and possibly sleepy.

you were known as the class's smart kid. aya approaches you, half out of boredom. she leans close to your desk.

"hey, you really get these type of things? eeeh.. i kinda hate these."