Chapter 2I Think My Deskmate Has a Secret

My designated "persona" in class was quiet and a bit slow.

Sitting next to Arthur, we minded our own business. We coexisted in total peace.

We didn't talk. We didn't even say hi.

We kept our textbooks stacked in the middle of the desk like a demilitarized zone. We had basically zero interaction.

Even though his temper was notoriously bad, every morning, there would be new love letters on his desk.

And every single time... he shoved them into his backpack.

At first, he threw them in the trash, but people would dig them out and read them aloud. After that, he just started taking them all home.

I assumed he was taking them home for a mass bonfire.

Arthur never lacked girls chasing him, but recently, I’d noticed something very strange.

Every few weeks, a different, highly popular girl would suddenly start making her presence known to him, trying aggressively to get his attention.

And every time they failed, it was like a switch flipped. They turned into completely different people.

Their personalities would change entirely.

Driven by a bizarre sense of curiosity, I started observing them like a detached spectator.