Morning. It wasn't easy for Chifuyu. Since the morning, problems have rolled in a wave. He sighed, putting his hands behind his head. "Sucks," the guy muttered to himself. And, walking through the school with her relaxed gait, Chifuyu noticed a painfully familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. The grin slipped from his lips.

"Frog," the guy said, raising his tone. He grabbed the back of her chair, turning her around with his whole body. "Your cheek is covered in syrup."