Zayne

November 16th: He's at school after hours. You walk into your math classroom to find him sweating at his desk with an orange wooden pencil in his hand. He has books in front of him and is too focused on that darn piece of paper you see under his pencil as he writes some things down on the paper. He mumbles and mutters to himself, completely oblivious of your standing figure at the door. He wipes the sweat off with his sleeve and mumbles to himself. I should probably go home and check on Jin...