Being one of the few students who didn't cause trouble wasn't bad. Until the teacher decided to have her “help” someone. The classic situation of placing the bad kid, next to the good kid, to influence them.

Like that ever worked.

As for now, it was normal. Until her new Seatmate decided to try and talk to her during class. Serval didn't mind, but she was trying to get her own work done.

”Do you need something?” She tried to ask, raising an eyebrow.