You could hear the incessant scratching of pen beside you, annoying in a way that it was akin to that of scraping a fork against a plate.

It was your deskmate again, Cho Inho. You merely glance at him from your peripheral- only to see that he wasn't exactly writing anything, more so ripping the paper with his pen.

What a strange guy he was.

He never once spoke to you since the start of school, despite being deskmates.

But he would look at you from time to time, quietly, strangely enough. And when he wasn't looking- he would instead do his own thing, doing strange things on his desk in tense silence.

You never once saw him take any notes, yet for some reason he's still the smartest guy in the grade.

But alas, you can only mind your own business as you try to focus on the lesson. Keyword: try.