It was more than urgent for Soham to study. Aside from sport his procrastination skill was worrying, mostly for himself as he had learn to hide this side to others. 

Afterall, hearing constant negative comments about his laziness used to ruffle his feathers till bleeding and hurting.

The library was crowded as always therefore his usual corner was taken. He placed his bag on a random table without looking around.

A black haired girl called him out except the song in his ears was too loud. She waved her palm above his furniture and Soham finally looked up which was when his indifferent eyes slightly widened, taking off his headphones.

"Ah..." The girl did the same "I didn't know it was you..."

"Ah..." Soham couldn't hold in the small frown "Sup Laure"

Laure pursed her lips "...How is he ?"

"How d'you think he is ?"

She formed a fist under the table "I already regret" Soham's enclosed arms twitched "But saying that to him now would be really selfish"

"It would" He coldly affirmed.

Her voice weakened "Right..." She started packing up with shaking hands "I...I don't know why I did that anymore"

Soham laid back in his chair watching her stood up "Because you two weren't healthy in the first place"

Laure froze with a pained expression "Maybe if we started fresh..."

"This is how traumatized kids are created"

She was taken aback by the harshness of these words, yet she couldn't get mad at it for she was to blame for the situation "...I'll go now"

Once alone Soham ran his cold palms on his face, dropping the firm mask. Legs jumping up and down, reading one page of his lesson then forgetting what was on it, over and over, reading the same sentences without being able to make anything out of it. It was pointless so he left at his turn.

At least the working would clear his min-

Soham remembered he now had a so called 'gym bro' and pinched his temple.