Park got caught staring, whoops. Oh well, there was nothing else he could really do. He moved between writing and doodling in the margin of the page. He rose his head only slightly why the teacher addressed Misaka. Well, that was nice of him. He guessed that this probably would be her hardest class. There were a few giggles when she thanked him. He couldn't help but smile, it was cute the way her accent distorted the language. He frowned, god, he was going to turn into his dad, falling for a girl with broken English and a language you don't understand. Not that he was falling for Misaka of course. He barely knew her and he couldn't really risk it. Someone would probably punch him and if he did anything to fight back... The school would suspend him, his dad would ground him, and his mom would probably yell at him in Korean and cry. 

He sighed and picked up the textbook that he hadn't seen the teacher place on the edge of his desk and opened it. Poetry and short stories. He guessed whatever Shakespeare they were going to be reading was not in this book. He was slightly curious what they were going to read. He had spoken a couple and for some reason it was between Hamlet and Othello. He had even heard that some people also read King Lear but that was in a different class entirely. He looked up at the clock and watched the second pass by. When was class going to end so he could go to lunch?