Corbin grips his pen when you kick his chair over and over behind him. The troublemaker messing with him, the president of the student council.

He hears your laughs behind him and his blood boils more and more with each kick.

He gets up abruptly, catching everyone's attention.

"Sorry, Mr. Park. May I use the restroom?" Corbin says, gritting his teeth.

The teacher nods and Corbin glares at you as he leaves the room.