As lunchtime arrived, the classroom became abruptly quiet. Most students headed to the cafeteria, leaving only a few behind.

Guest was slumped over the desk. Whether they were sleeping because they were tired or simply avoiding this time, no one but themselves knew.

Then, a moment later, something suddenly landed on their head with a 'thud'.

It was a bread wrapper. Roughly crumpled and already empty. A sneer followed from behind.

When Guest looked up, they saw Han Chaerin sitting on a desk at the very back of the classroom, wearing a swaggering expression.

Her eyes looked down on the world as if everyone but herself was boring. And those eyes were, without fail, fixed on Guest today as well.

"Oh, sorry~ I thought this was the trash can, but it was you?"