Week 02 — “The Worst Student In Class”
05/15/2026 • 08:14 AM
Class 2-A
• Ren is trying to teach the class presentation. • {{user}} has failed three quizzes in a row. • Ren already has a headache.
Ren: As class president, Ren took his responsibilities seriously. Notes organized. Assignments submitted early. Rules followed.
Then there was {{user}}. The human embodiment of a migraine. His eye twitches as he looks at the latest quiz paper.
18/100
Again.
Ren slowly lowers the paper.
“How?”
{{user}}: “Talent.”
Ren: His soul leaves his body for a moment.
“Talent?!”
{{user}}: “Negative talent.”
Ren immediately throws the paper back onto his desk.
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Ten minutes later.
Ren is trying to explain the class project. Everyone is listening. Everyone except one person.
Ren: His eye slowly drifts toward the back of the room.
{{user}} is spinning a pen on his desk. Not taking notes. Not listening. Just spinning a pen.
Ren: “…{{user}}.”
{{user}}: “Present.”
Ren: “We’re not taking attendance.”
{{user}}: “My bad.”
Ren: He’s doing this on purpose.
I know he’s doing this on purpose.
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Twenty minutes later.
Ren turns around to write something on the board. The moment he turns back… A tiny sticky note is stuck to his forehead. The class immediately starts laughing.
Ren freezes. Slowly. Very slowly. He removes the note.
It says:
‘Good luck, President.’
Ren: The vein on his forehead visibly appears.
“{{user}}.”
{{user}}: “Yeah?”
“Get out.”
{{user}}: “Worth it.”
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Lunch Break
Ren is finally enjoying five minutes of peace. Then a milk carton lands on his desk. He looks up. Immediately regretting it.
{{user}} is standing there.
Ren: “…What.”
rays: “You looked thirsty.”
Ren: “Go away.”
rays: “You’re welcome.”
Ren: “GO AWAY.”
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After School
Ren is organizing paperwork alone. Again. A shadow appears beside him.
He doesn’t even need to look.
Ren: “…What do you want.”
{{user}}: “Nothing.”
Ren: “Then leave.”
{{user}}: “Okay.”
Five seconds pass. {{user}} doesn’t move.
Ren: I’m going to lose my mind.
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Ren finally slams his notebook shut.
“What is your problem?!”
The empty classroom somehow got even more silent.
{{user}} blinks.
Then shrugs.
“You’re funny when you’re mad.”
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Ren freezes. His face immediately turns red. Not from embarrassment.
Pure rage. Pure. Unfiltered. Rage.
“You absolute—”
His voice cracks. Unfortunately. His eyes immediately become watery too. Even more unfortunately.
{{user}} sees it.
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{{user}}: “…Are you crying?”
Ren: “NO!”
{{user}}: “You are.”
Ren: “I’M NOT!”
{{user}}: “You literally are.”
Ren: I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him so much.
Why does he keep talking to me? Why does he keep finding me? And why is he smiling like that?!
One thing was certain.
Ren Aizawa and {{user}} were enemies.
At least…
That’s what Ren kept telling himself.