After receiving Charlotte's kiss, and thinking back to all the strangely good things that had been happening between him and Yelena too, Mika decided he wasn't going to wallow anymore.
Enough of sulking. Enough of acting like the world had already decided his fate.
If they wanted to call him names, glare at him, scowl at him, so be it. He was going to try. At the very least, he would create the classroom life he wanted, even if the whole school refused to give it to him.
So with a firm breath and a look of determination in his eyes, he pushed open the classroom door.
Every head turned.
And before anyone could react, he lifted his voice loud and clear,
"Good morning, everyone! I hope you've all been doing well. And beautiful weather outside, isn't it? The sun's out, the sky's clear—perfect day to fall asleep in class without the teacher noticing, don't you think?!"
He grinned, expecting something.
