Ken sat still, facing down at the table while his brows furrowed into a deep frown that darkened his face, while the rest of the class exchanged comments and pleasantries, rowdily.
Of course, many were curious about the honey-brown haired woman's identity and they made it quite obvious, but their obvious gestures were kicked down by the honey-brown haired woman, who answered them in a way that made them forget their own reason for initiating a conversation with her.
Though Ken's identity was also something that made them curious, they didn't doubt his right to remain in a class with them without a second name, since they had seen his prowess in the assignment examinations and were wary of him.
Ken ignored the constant chirping of the songbird beside him with his frown only deepening further and further, so much that his whole face seemed to have turn dark, with nothing but his blindfold seen on his face, giving him an eerie vibe that made everybody hesitate to approach him.
