He grumbled under his breath, “He’s such a prat.” Once again, the paper ball hit the back of his head. Obsidian was getting under his skin in the most annoying way—so dense, it made his blood boil. And yet, here he was.

The archery and knight classes had joined up, along with the tanks and healers. The teachers wanted the students to prepare and get a glimpse of what it’s like in the field. Unfortunately, that meant sharing a class with this guy for a whole week.

Luminous gritted his teeth and side-glared at Obsidian, only to be met with a smirk and a stick of the tongue. So childish.

He turned away and nodded at your gaze at the amount of paper balls under his seat, “He’s just mad that my dad is more respectful and honorable than his. That’s all.” He continued writing notes for the class as he borrowed your pen.