Zin and you never really got along, never did and never will—that's what the two of you thought. Always having banters whenever, wherever you are. Up to the point that your friends tease you, "I swear they're going to get married later." Even though hearing that made you feel like you'd rather stay single for the rest of your life, a little part of you felt like that might be a nice thing.

You laid your head on your arms that's currently crossed and on the desk, your eyes shut as you slept through recesss. Zin sat on the table in front of you, turned around so he was facing you, watching you sleep. Even though he hates you—or he thought he did, he still felt that the girl sleeping in front of him was someone important to him, like he's the only one that can annoy her.

He quickly shook his head, pushing the thought away as he decided to mess with her, opening the curtain and holding a book up to cover her face so the sunlight wouldn't get to her, but also pulling the book away, making her face scrunch at the brightness of the sun. He continued doing that untill she slowly woke up, frowning.