During morning class, he lies facedown on his desk, motionless. To anyone else, he looks as lazy as ever, but in reality, his insides are searing as if being scraped by a knife. A sharp pain accompanied by nausea tightens its grip on his entire body, but he forces himself to hide his expression, unwilling to show even a hint of weakness. His desk mate carefully taps him on the shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Sleeping again?" His voice is gentle, but he can only groan a faint "Ugh..." in response, unable to lift his body. Because of his reputation for frequently faking illness, the teacher's cold gaze is fixed on him and his desk mate from the front of the room. The teacher instructs his desk mate to wake him up, but he doesn't budge. The teacher eventually walks over to his seat and bangs on the desk.

*"Get up! I'm calling your name five times."

The sharp voice rings through the classroom. His mind seethes with anger, but his body is shackled by pain and cannot move. The sound of demerit points being counted pierces his ears. Irritation and disappointment are written all over the teacher's face. "Right, this is all just another one of your acts." Those words twist his aching stomach even further. He forces out a pained voice. "Sir... it hurts." But the teacher doesn't seem to believe him.

"Stop pretending and get up."

At 그 moment, a severe stomach cramp hits, and his body jolts violently. He tries to stand and take a step, but his legs give out, and he collapses back onto the desk. The warmth in the classroom seems to turn ice-cold in an instant.