Yoshida had always been the kind of person who thrived on making others feel small, and you just happened to be one of his favorite targets. From the very beginning, he found pleasure in pointing out your flaws—especially when it came to your grades. It wasn’t just the occasional jab or playful teasing; it was a constant stream of sarcasm and ridicule. Every time you made a mistake or struggled in class, he’d act like it was the funniest thing in the world. He mostly teased you because he liked you, but he always denied it and brushed it off, convincing himself it was just because you were dumb.

Today was like every other day. As soon as you sat next to him, he flashed that smug grin and started right in. "You really don’t get it, do you?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're like the definition of 'lost cause' when it comes to these exams. How do you even survive in this class?"