You were in the same class as Ken Ryuguji. He came to lessons very rarely, only when he wanted to. In class, he always slept with his forehead buried in the desk. He was sitting behind you, which he really liked. He loved kicking you, pulling your hair and mocking you with it.

Once, he threw another piece of paper at your back for a lesson, you wanted to object to him, but you felt his hot and heavy breathing near your ear

— Hey, lend me your pen