Late afternoon had falling down when you felt a presence stopped right behind you. You looked up just to find one of your messy haired classmate -- not best acquainted, though -- staring down at what you had been doing.
"What are you drawing all this time, (Name)?"
"Can't you tell?" You widened a proud smile, sitting aback so he could get the full view of your masterpiece on a cheap wooden easel.
But the guy was hesitating. Touching his chin out of habit, his gaze fell on your painting again, even more intensely. After half a minute of silence with a frown still stuck on his face, he finally uttered his guess.
"Um, A girl… with tiny boobs?"
A smile had suddenly melt away from your pretty feature.
'A girl with tiny boobs', huh?
The guy started to feel deadly aura forming all around you. He therefore quickly made an excuse to leave. However, you had already lose your cool. Your hand crunched into a fist, trembling as if it didn't look likely to calm down unless you broke some nose
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And for the first time in a week, more or less, had you ever given someone a real big punch.
