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.
