"Time's up! Put down your pen! Check your name!"

...guess I will just let it slide, ahh how can anyone answer this…? Did they speak English at home? I should try with mom and dad...

With the thought that he will never finish it in time, he put down his pen accepting his fate.

"Last student in each line, please stand up and help me pick up your friend's paper."

All the intended 5 students carry out the task given by the teachers. Three of them are boys and two are girls. The one in Hiroshi's line is a boy.

Hiroshi, who sat at the front row in the middle line of the class just waiting with patience for the last midterm paper to be gone from his sight.

"Okay, thank you for helping me! All of you, wait for a moment! Let me check if everyone has already sent it!" She starts to count the answer sheets quietly after all of the paper arrives.

"Okay! All 25 of you are here! You can be dismissed now!" 

The teacher says while packing the answer sheet into plastic. After she finishes it, she leaves the class in an instant without telling anything more.

"Ahhh, it's so hard!" a boy beside Hiroshi, with glasses and curly brown hair said to his friend while standing up from his seat.

"Really? Not that hard honestly," a boy who is staying behind him with side fringe back hair, still packing his stationary, replied.

"You are gifted with your brain...You will never understand someone like me."

"Forget about that already, let's go to the arcade. It's already our last paper."

"Hahaha, yeah let's forget about the exam already! It's just a midterm."

Hiroshi heard the chat of some of his classmates from his seat right after the exam. They don't even bother to chat with Hiroshi.

Most of his classmates are already leaving their seats. Getting ready to walk their way home. Chatting about how hard the English exam was and what they will do after this. 

Yet Hiroshi just stays in his seat staring right at the whiteboard. No one comes near him to have a chat or to invite him to go home together. The other two who he heard their conversation before were also gone. It looks like he doesn't exist in that class. Ignored by everyone like a ghost who can't be seen by anyone. 

A minute after minute passed, the class became empty. The mixed sound of everyone's voice was already lost from Hiroshi hearing. The clock showed 3.30 p.m. 

...They are a bit late today...I want to go to the grocery store...

"Hahaha! Is he still here?"

"Yeah, that's him!"

A voice came from outside the class.

"Shrkkk!" 

The sound of the front door sliding filled the deserted class. Three boys suddenly enter the class. 

"What a good boy you are!" a tall, skinny and bald boy says out loud.

"Hahaha! What are you talking about Yuji? He is always a good boy!" a boy with an average height, style with a black undercut haircut agreed.

"Shrk..." 

The third chubby boy with curly hair didn't say anything and just proceeded to close the door slowly.

They all go straight into Hiroshi and stand around him who still sits in his seat. 

"Oi, Hiroshi! Do you bring it?" Yuji asked in a low voice as he whispered.

"Hahaha! Straight to the point huh?" the undercut boy said.

"We shouldn't waste time here, Yori...the faster we can get the better," Yuji said.

"I know, I know, so Hiroshi...give it to us already…" Yori said.

Hiroshi doesn't say anything. He suddenly stands up and takes a step to the back of the class. The wrinkles on his shirt can be seen clearly after he stands up.

"Oi, where do you want to go?" Yori grabs Hiroshi's left shoulder.

"The things...in my bag…" Hiroshi said in a dry tone, emotionless. His deep voice makes it like he doesn't even have an interest in everything that happens now.

"Oh…faster please" Yori let go of his shoulder.

He leisurely takes a step toward the student's locker behind the class. He reaches the farthest part of the locker, the top, near the window and opens it. He takes out a plain orange bag inside it and goes straight to the boys who are waiting at his seat.

After he arrives at his seat, he puts his bag on his table and takes out something from it. 

"Here…" Hiroshi said while holding a pack of cigarettes in his grip.