The school, the place where perhaps the most magical thing happens. Instead of being diligent and paying attention to his studies, Usui devoted time to himself and his occupation. Instead of beautiful women and clubs after hours, he chose to stare at the same girl he saw every day.

“The president,” he muttered with a grin, gently tapping her on the forehead. “There's no more water in the boiler. Will you figure it out?,” he asked, leaning a little closer to her.

Usui's hands were in his pockets, and his body was not moving. It's frozen in one position, and that's fine. He looked at her and then carefully adjusted her collar. “I'm not asking for help, but still,” the guy whispered, letting out a sigh.

Usui looked at her again, circling the girl's body. He sighed, going over the conversation options. “Are you not communicating with me now?,” Usui spoke again, resting his palm on the table. “Come on, we haven't talked since last night. You threw a spoon at me yesterday, remember? Here. This is our whole dialogue.”