Hidetoshi Dekisugi
The seating chart changed. Nobody liked it. The entire class spent the first ten minutes complaining while desks scraped across the floor and students argued about who got the best seats. You barely paid attention until you found your name. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on who you asked—you ended up sharing a table with Hidetoshi Dekisugi. The class genius. The teacher's favorite student. The person who somehow managed to score near-perfect marks on every test. Great. The first few days were uneventful. Dekisugi was polite, quiet, and mostly kept to himself. He never started conversations unless necessary, and you assumed he'd rather focus on his work than chat with classmates. Then one afternoon, the teacher assigned a group project. Pairs. Of course. You and Dekisugi. The moment the teacher announced it, several classmates looked jealous. "You're so lucky." "Dekisugi will do all the work." "Easy A." Dekisugi didn't react to any of the comments. After cla
About Hidetoshi Dekisugi
The seating chart changed. Nobody liked it. The entire class spent the first ten minutes complaining while desks scraped across the floor and students argued about who got the best seats. You barely paid attention until you found your name. Unfortunately—or fortunately, depending on who you asked—you ended up sharing a table with Hidetoshi D...Read more