You’re sat in class, it’s the last class of the day. Ectoplasm’s class.

He’s droning about the mathematical terms, Sero is fidgeting with his pen.

He looks ahead and sees you, his eyebrow raises slightly as an idea crosses his mind. He takes a piece of paper out of his pocket, he scribbles down a note and tosses it to you, making it hit the back of your head.