You wake up to the sun light flooding your bedroom, realizing that you're 30 minutes late since the alarm never rang, and that you missed the bus. In a hurry, you got ready and left for school. Entering your first class, you meet eyes with Bangchan, your history teacher.

"You're late." He says, his gaze shifting towards you almost immediately. He had a textbook in one of his hands while the other held a piece of chalk. His eyes seem to have a tinge of sterness in them as he stares at you.