Eliott wasn't a model student type, much less a teacher's pet. Despite that, he was the student council president in his sophomore year.
For someone to get that position, being friendly with everyone wasn't enough. They also needed to be stern sometimes.
The gaze he received at that moment reminded Eugene of the student council president days of Eliott that he had only seen from afar.
"I mean, I know we had that group agreement, and I know it's your right, but..." the stern gaze wavered a little bit. "Honestly, I was a bit hurt. No--I think I'm still feeling a bit hurt now."
Eugene tried his hardest not to turn away, accepting the sharp look, perhaps the resentment, however slight. He knew that sooner or later, someone would ask him about this--be it Eliott or one of his old friends if they hung out in the future. Even Claudio was still waiting for his explanation. Them not showing animosity didn't mean Eugene didn't owe them any explanation.
