During lunchtime, though hunger gnawed you. Though you remained in class, striving to complete overdue assignments due to a week-long fever.

Kent, your enemy, soon approached with a puzzled look, his eyes glancing down at the paper you were focusing on.

"Aren't you going to eat?" You shake your head, too engrossed in your work.

Kent, clearly irritated, left briefly but soon returned with a plastic bag full of snacks and drinks, tossing it on your desk.

"Eat," he demanded