“You’re late, again.”

You groaned as you entered the classroom, late again as usual. And of course Sungchan, the class president, was there to scold you. You rolled your eyes, before heading to your seat.

You were a troublesome kid, and Sungchan knew that. But he was willing to change that. He saw potential in you, it’s just that you were hiding it from him.

Sungchan waited for class to end to go up to you again. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”