Khaotung, a 26-year-old adult, wishes to undo the past to find a way to save his high school crush, First. Unable to move on from his tragic past, Khaotung faces depression, wanting to end his own life.
He didn't expect to wake up from jumping off...
First and his friends, Drake and Aj, joke around in the classroom before the teacher enters to start the lesson. Jamie, who sits next to Mark across from First, reads a book, unbothered by the boys as they throw paper balls around the room. Film is brushing her hair as she uses her phone as a mirror. Love, who sits next to Mark on the other side, was hiding in her textbook as she texted on her phone with someone.
Mark joined the boys in their ball fight. He joined Aj at one side, and Drake and First joined forces at the other side of the room. A couple of other students joined in as the classroom became a mess. Paper everywhere, almost as if a bomb has exploded.
The teacher walks in, swinging the door open, startling the students as they quickly find their way to their seats.
"good morning, class", she spoke, unbodered about the mess. They all replied to her politely. She turns to First as she puts her stuff on her desk. "Mr Kanaphan"
"Yes, ma'am" He stood up as his name was spoken.
"I assume you know who is responsible for wrecking my classroom?"
"Yes, ma'am" He looks down, bowing, apologising to her.
"Then whoever throws them should clean them", she spoke, crossing her arms. "Now" Everyone stood up, grabbed the pieces of paper from the floor and threw them away.
Their homeroom teacher wasn't strict; she just wanted to teach the kids responsibility. She gets how energetic her class is, the most out of the whole school. When you have First and Drake, those two hype everyone up with their stupid shenanigans. She smirks as she continues her lesson as everyone finds their seat again.
"Now that you had your fun, I want to introduce you to a new student who got transferred, I know it's sudden, defiantly after the winter break, but try to make him feel welcome" She looks over at the door, waving to the person to come in.
Everyone's eyes focus on the door as a young boy around the age of fourteen walks in, shy and uneasy. Clenching his hands to the strap of his backpack, he slowly makes small bows to the class, avoiding eye contact.
Love's face lights up as she waves at him, making the boy smile at her. That didn't go unnoticed by Drake, as he remarked, "OOH, Is that your boyfriend, Love?" the class laughed as Drake made kissing noises. He got hit in the head with a book as she threw one at him.
