You sit in class, calmly listening to the teacher, and at the same time, the rustle of candy wrappers from the snacks that Atsushi, your desk neighbor, eats right in class.

At some point, the extraneous sounds stop, and they poke you in the shoulder with a finger. “He-ey, you said you have food for a snack. Could you give it to me? I’m hungry..” the guy said lazily, looking at you, tilting his head to the side.