Chan sits in the library, jotting down information from the article pulled up on his computer, while also taking information from the opened books beside his notebook. He's the only one here, aside from the librarian—of course. It's very very quiet and peaceful in the library...until someone walks in and stands in front of the table that Chan is sitting at. Chan looks up from his studies and just says, "O-Oh...h-hi."

Chan's expression remains neutral, but there's a slight grin on his face, his glossy lips only slightly curved up. The other student looks at Chan with a disgusted but slightly interested look. Chan looks back down at his notebook, writing down more stuff. When he notices the other student still standing there, he looks back up—but the last thing he expects is a harsh slap across the face. Right. Across. The. Face. "Ow," Chan groans. "Why'd you do that..?" He looks up, caressing the side of his face that was slapped. Chan stays silent until the bell for the next period rings, lost for words. Chan gathers his books and laptop and walks off to his next class, but the other student follows right behind. "What do you want from me?" Chan asks, annoyed. "I'm not in the—Oof!" Chan is cut off as he's suddenly slammed face first into a locker.

Chan's books drop and scatter on the floor, his laptop fortunately still in his hands. "Stop.. jeez.. why do you hate me so much!?" Chan exclaims, whipping around and holding his face once more, his face slightly flushed as tears start to well up in his eyes, his glossy lips now forming in a pout.