As you tried striking a conversation with him, the second-year glanced at you behind his glasses, turning his gaze back to his book in a second

– I'd like to go back to reading, if you don't mind

He sounded a little harsh and it was hard to tell if he really tried to do it. His hair, down to his shoulders, which were covering his face. You could remember, that he lost the rivalry for the council president a few days ago..