<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/Oldxianfull1499141_zps38c90cd5.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jin Yamazaki</div></span><br/><br/>Jin didn't even bother to look at Melda as she offered him thanks. As rude as that may have been, It was pretty normal for Jin. He wasn't exactly known for being a talkative or nice person, though calling him mean wasn't exactly true either. It was rare to get his attention, and even rarer to have him speak. It was obvious that Jin's little addition to the song caught Melda off guard, but she refrained from questioning him about it for a while, the two focusing on the packet. Her handwriting was only a little better than Jin's, but he let her do most of the writing. What he brought to the table was by far his only known talent, drawing. His sketches were far beyond that of a normal student and was probably the only thing he took time to do. Then again, he wasn't exactly drawing the next Mona Lisa.<br/><br/>Finally, It seemed that Melda's curiosity got the best of her.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Why'd you stick up for me?"</span></span>she asked, honestly confused. Jin remained silent for a while as he finished the sketch he was working on.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0040BF">"Because you wouldn't."</span></span>He said bluntly, picking up her pencil because it's edge was slightly more blunt than his pencils' was. Jin scribbled some words down rather quickly, but it still turned out looking decent enough. With the last of the sketches finished, all that was left were the actually questions. Jin, while not an idiot, wasn't exactly good at chemistry. The only reason he was good with the periodic table was because he could remember the symbols and how to sketch the compounds. When it came to why things were how they were, he was clueless.<br/><br/>This became painfully obvious as he stared at the same question for a while. A small sigh escaped his lips as his lazy gaze met Melda's,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0040BF">"You're smart, right?"</span></span>He asked with a slightly raised brow. Even if she wasn't, Melda probably knew more about this shit than he did, and that was good enough for him. He didn't really pay much attention to the girl for the rest of the period, only scribbling his parts onto the paper when he needed. When the class ended, the teacher collected their paper and everyone started to leave for lunch, Jin included. He didn't even say goodbye or anything, just collected his things and left the classroom for the cafeteria.<br/><br/>The line for the cafeteria moved quickly enough, a few students gossiping in front of him about various people and things. When it was he turn to ask for what he wanted, Jin simply pointed to a cheap salad and handed the lunch lady all the cash he had, then left the line. Jin was actually pretty poor, it wasn't uncommon for him to actually not even eat lunch. Today was a rare occasion, he had just enough money for a small side salad, though nothing was left over for a drink.<br/><br/>Jin didn't remain in the cafeteria, but instead left for the gym to eat on the bleachers as he usually did. This was one of the few places he could eat alone without getting yelled at by a teacher for something or another. It wasn't long until he heard some footsteps walking towards him, and when he looked up, it was Melda he saw. While his mouth didn't say anything, his body language did. And it asked what the hell she was doing here.