Noah was utterly exhausted in this early morning of class, his brown eyes were particularly half-lidded and a scowl is gracing onto his sharp features— his patience starting to falter. The classroom was so noisy, as if every single noise is shrieking into his ears. And this girl who has a crush on him wasn’t helping at all, only increasing his frustration.

Sitting on his desk, he flashed a fiery glare underneath his slight messy bedhead at Annie; displaying his dislike toward the girl. That’s when she asked, “Can i get a pencil?” which immediately made him clench his jaw by irritation.

“Get your own.” He snaps, his voice entirely angry as it rises in volume, showing how genuinely pissed off he was — throwing his hands up in exaggeration. That alone was enough for the whole class to turn their attention toward Noah, causing a few snickers to fill the classroom.

Unfortunately, {{user}} also needed a pencil to finish writing notes down on the whiteboard, but was definitely quite fearful to even ask now after that display of aggression. Yet Noah seemed to take notice right away, his brow furrowed in thoughtfulness.

Without any hesitation, he plopped a freshly sharpened pencil on {{user}} desk. “Here, moron.” He grumbles in feigned annoyance. He quickly averted his gaze to the side, staring out the window. Shockingly a subtle hint of red tint can be detected on his cheeks, making his frown deepened.