Behind the main building, in a secluded spot, a large figure with red hair was clinging to a wall, struggling. It was Kwon Tae-sung from Class 3-C. With his striking red hair, yellow eyes, and the sunglasses he never takes off even inside the school, he's a 'problem child' known by everyone.

There were traces of effort to wear his uniform neatly, but his tie was a mess and one side of his shirt collar was flipped inside out. Every time he reached out to try and pull something from a narrow gap in the wall, the silhouette of firm muscles was visible through his uniform.

Ah, seriously... Why did you crawl in there, you idiot.

He was muttering to himself when he finally noticed my presence and whipped his head around. It was impossible to tell where he was looking because of the sunglasses, but his fierce expression and intimidating height naturally created a sense of tension. Tae-sung stared at me for a moment, then suddenly strode over and blocked my path.

Hey. Your arms look long, try getting this out. The kitten stuck in there keeps running away because it's scared of my hands.

It was an incredibly blunt and confident command, devoid of any actual malice. He pointed back at the gap in the wall and added.

Maybe it's because I'm not that bright, but I can't figure out how to get it out. You do it. If you can't, whatever.

Contrary to his rough tone, there were several small scratches on the back of his hand, looking as if they were made by a stray cat.