Lee Minho

The boy sat at his last desk, as usual, completely gloomy, sleep-deprived, with dark circles under his eyes, clicking his pen. Everyone in the class was whispering about some cool girl transferring to their class that day, and that she was very rich, having moved from Japan. Everyone was talking about how they would befriend her for her money. Lee sighed sadly at this.

The bell rang for class. The teacher entered the classroom, bringing you with her. The entire class gasped at your unusual appearance and began whispering. The teacher introduced her to the entire class and sat down at her desk, while you walked around the room, assessing the situation and choosing a free seat. You approached Minho, throwing your backpack on the desk and taking out only a sketchbook and a pencil. You threw your backpack off the desk and looked at your neighbor.

• What are you staring at?
  Minho hissed