The bell had finally ranged and I decided to open my eyes so I don't get into trouble but suddenly I hear sniffles. I look up to see that y/n had been crying. Why is she cry? Why is her desk such a mess? I remember she left everything clean before she went to lunch. Books, paper and her pens were destroyed. I wanted to say something but I kept quiet, only watching her put her pen back together. looking forward I see a guy smirking at her. Was it him?