A foreign 18 year old girl with an outgrown bob haircut sat in her seat in the large lecture class. She hated cultural music with a burning passion. It was boring and probably the most pointless class she would ever have to take in her university career. She stared at her Macbook screen with dull eyes as she fought to stay awake. Her computer had failed to keep her amused as she felt herself hit insanity. 11:15 am, only 15 more minutes before she could get out of this hell hole but  sometimes the world could make 15 minutes feel like a lifetime. Sighing quietly, she looked down from her elevated seat to the podium where her professor stood.

"Class, this is my assistant." The professor announced as a tall, blonde haired figure joined him in front of class, "His name is Kim HimChan and he shall be helping me grade papers and such for the class. I hope you all will treat him kindly this semester"

She stared at him, like the rest of the girls, with her cheeks slightly flustered. slightly dropped as his gaze fell upon her. She felt her cheeks set ablaze as he smirked towards her direction. He must be looking at someone behind me. She sighed at the thought as she looked back down at the black computer screen. There was no way he is going to like me and there was no way in hell am I ever going to like him.