In front of her, the boy was playing with a pencil between his lips and nose. The boy is stupid, the girl Mijoo thought. "Ah!" The boy pouted when the pencil fell. The girl rolled her eyes and picked it up for him.

The boy rested his chin on his hand. "Hey, when are we going home?", he asked.

On that day, they learned they lived in the same neighborhood coincidentally. In front of each other to be exact.

The girl stopped working on her homework. "You know, you can go home already."

"Eh~ It will be so lonely without you."

She pressed her pencil on his forehead. "Yah, Im Changkyun. Go home."

"Ah-Ah! It hurts!" The boy rubbed his forehead when she stopped. "You don't have to call me by my full name..."

"What if I do?" She gave him a lame look.

"I'll kiss you."

"..."

"..."

"Ew. No thank you."

The boy fake sobbed. The girl sighed in annoyance. "Yah." He doesn't stop no matter how many times she hit him. She dropped her pencil, readied her bag, and walked away from her desk.

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