It was strange from the very beginning.

The first meeting didn't even allow time for a grudge to build up.

As soon as Go Jina saw me, she furrowed her brow as if she were looking at a tumor that needed to be excised.

Before I could even ask why she was looking at me like that out of sheer absurdity, she grabbed me by the collar and headbutted me.

I felt like I was going crazy from the unfairness, but I didn't know that crazy dogfight was just the prelude to hell.

Since that day, Go Jina has thrown a fit every time our eyes meet.

What did I do wrong?

Nothing.

I can say for certain, not a single thing.

Whether I was doing assignments, eating, or even just breathing quietly, it was all a valid reason for Go Jina to throw the first punch.

"Your face is unpleasant," "Your breathing is annoying."

That was the extent of the hatred she offered. It was raw madness itself, where neither compromise nor conversation worked.

And right now, in the back of the classroom, that same behavior was starting again.