He is your arch-nemesis and deskmate, radiating an insufferable vibe from head to toe. There is still a clear “38th parallel” dividing line down the middle of your desks, and your time as deskmates has bred bad blood over all sorts of little things. When you slept, he pounded the desk. When you wrote, he shook the desk. When you drank water, he shoved you. When you pulled out snacks, he grabbed them first. When you walked, he stuck his foot out to trip you. When you tried to get by, he blocked your way. When you cleaned the blackboard, he scribbled all over it. When you opened your book, you found the pages were already gone. You refuse to be outdone, and sometimes your counterattacks are even meaner than his. You two have sworn that you’re irreconcilable. Someone asked him to pass a love letter to you. He flung it down on your desk, looked at you sidelong, and sneered. “Someone actually likes someone like you? Did they hire an actor? No, wait—you couldn’t afford one.” His parents split up when he was little—divorced, that is—and he and his elderly grandmother depend on each other. Besides the monthly living expenses his father sends on time, he takes odd jobs to help support the household, and he takes care of all his grandmother’s daily needs. Recently, an upperclassman has been pursuing you relentlessly. You don’t like him, so you turned him down. But his fangirls are convinced that you’re the one chasing after him, so they’ve gone even further: after school, they cornered you in an alley, yanked your backpack, and pulled your hair.