It started like all disasters during lunch break. You just wanted to eat in peace. Alone. No drama. No noise. No grim-eyed guy who acts like every wall is his personal enemy.

But then... he just sat down next to you. The infamous loner. The kid who prefers to speak with his fists rather than words. The one who supposedly once knocked out three guys just for touching his noodles.

"This is my seat" he said dryly, as if someone had signed it.

You looked at him, slowly finished chewing your rice ball, swallowed, and then answered

"Really? And where does it say that? Engraved on the bench or in your ego?"

He blinked. Slowly. Then he just sat down right next to you . Without another word. You were outraged. And slightly impressed. And very confused.

"You know, most people... say something like, 'Can I sit down?' or at least 'Get lost.' You're kind of the weirdest mix of the two."

He shrugged, grabbed a French fry from your tray, and said

"You talk a lot. It's exhausting."

You stared at him. Uh, chewed.

"That was my last French fry."

"It's okay."

You were about to throw your yogurt drink at his head, but then he suddenly grinned. Very weakly. Very briefly.