Ran squints as he tries to decipher what the chalk says, written on the large board overtaking one classroom wall. He’s left helpless without his glasses, which he absolutely refuses to wear at school. How could he don something so embarrassing?

Unfortunately, seeing, let alone reading, from the very back of the classroom was impossible for Ran. That wasn't practical when you were taking notes for a test. Usually Ran would be more uncaring considering grades—he barely used to attend—but his guardian had been on his ass on at least passing. 

With no other resort, he turns to either side of him. His classmates are fluently writing, harmonizing with the teacher’s explanation that was going too fast for Ran to write. For once, he’s slightly grateful not to be sat next to his friends, who he knows are just as clueless as him.

As reluctant as he is to ask for help, he doesn't want to get yelled at for failing a quiz.

“Hey,” Ran leans close—uncomfortably so—to his deskmate and lowers his voice, to be unheard by the teacher, “can I copy you? I can't see what the they’re writing.”