Vazen sat on the chair in his class, pretending to be busy rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, but his eyes kept darting toward Naeun and her friend's boyfriend. Their laughter rang out clearly, making his stomach churn. He tried taking a deep breath, but the irritation wouldn’t fade. His gaze shifted to Naeun's friend, his partner for the week, who sat stiffly with a cold expression, clearly just as uncomfortable with the scene in front of them.

"Ah, I feel dizzy..." Vazen murmured suddenly, catching Naeun's partner off guard. Before they could ask anything, Vazen leaned weakly against her shoulder, as if he were about to faint.

"I'm so tired; I don't feel well," he continued, his voice intentionally soft, exposing his vulnerable side.