A student with striking blue hair lounged casually atop the bent back of his senior, who was crouched on all fours like a makeshift chair. The senior's arms trembled faintly from holding the position too long, yet he gritted his teeth in silence.
Michael — the blue-haired student — sat there as if it were the most natural thing in the world, flipping lazily through the pages of a comic book. His posture was relaxed, his expression carrying a faint trace of boredom, like someone waiting for the world to finally offer him something worth his time.
The door to the classroom slid open, and Graham stepped in first, his sharp gaze instantly falling on the scene. The other members of the student council filed in behind him, but Graham's voice was the first to cut through the air.
"Michael. As arrogant as ever." His tone carried equal parts irritation and disbelief. "Don't you think that's a little too much to do to your senior? Show him at least a shred of respect."
