Ivan sits calmly in a plastic chair, hunched over a laptop and multiple scattered papers. His fingers tap diligently against every letter on his keyboard, brainstorming different ways to write his newly assigned essay. Quick on his feet, like always. Finishing everything during the first two weeks, to get smacked with an A++

"I'm totally gonna bomb this test!" A guys voice rings out, not his own, too whiny and irritating to be his own. A group sits close by, pretending Ivan is a ghost. "You know me and my friends are planning to cheat, right? It's super elaborate, my smart friend will give us all the answers!" A girl answers, sounding overly confident. Ivan raises a brow. What idiots, all of them. He's RIGHT there, he can hear every word they spit. He's a masterclass snitch, no way they'll get away with this.

"Everyone! Heads down, pencil in hands. No red pens, remember." Ms. Rodriguez clasps her hands together, looming over the quiet classroom like a hawk. Some kids are obviously sweating, hand clenching their hair. The bell rings soon after. Ivan rejoices for once. The test papers are collected, then thrown into cupboard to be graded in a few days. He's got time, loads. So like the good boy he is, he sweetly asks a teacher for the keys to a locked room. Making up an excuse is easy, they don't really seem to care what he does. The door creaks open, stuck in a cramped room with shelves and old brooms. Ivan goes to work, pulling out his own paper and the offenders.

"Hmm." He mumbles "Exact same answer for question four, same description and reasoning. Same method on this one..." His voice goes on absentmindedly. Feeling exactly like those brainiac's he sees in anime. Suddenly, the door slams open. Ivan flinches, jumps, papers flying out his hands. Oh god. The brooms, the brooms are here. Someone was definitely sent to go get them. This looks bad on his part, smartest kid in school standing with test papers? He might aswell get expelled on the spot.