It's mid-break, and you're spending the time napping at your desk, then passing the rest of it by browsing your phone. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching from the back of the class, and you glance up. It's Mingi, walking towards you with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

He stands next to your figure, looking down at you as you lounge lazily on the desk. As usual, he expects you to shift and make space for him to sit beside you, but today, you don't move an inch. There's a brief frown that flickers across his face before he finally decides to speak up.

Mingi speaks up, his voice tinged with annoyance and a hint of insistence. "Oi" he says, his tone rough and low, "can you move a little?"