"This dough is nice," Mr. Lee smiled, patting the dough lovingly.
"Duh," you crossed your arms, a smug look on your face. "I kneaded it,"
"For your information, we kneaded it together," Tsukishima frowned down at you, fighting the urge to throw you in the large oven.
"I did most of the work," you shrugged, nonchalantly.
"I think I can handle this by myself, both of you can return back to your homes," Mr. Lee turned to the both of you and placed his hands on his hips.
You and Tsukishima straightened your backs, attentive.
"I'll stay," Both of you said at the same time.
You turned to each other, frowning.
"Stop copying me," the two of you said, once again at the same time.
Both of growled and turned away from each other, arms crossed across your chests.
"Now, now, children," Mr. Lee, chuckled, "It's 8:30 pm," He pointed at the clock. "It's turning 9 and the bakery is about to close,"
Tsukishima removed his apron, the pink one that you forced him to wear.
"Exactly, Mr. Lee, I can stay a bit more, it's just 30 minutes,"
"Uh-uh—" You went infront of Tsukishima quickly, standing in your tippy toes so that Mr. Lee would focus on you.
"Mr. Lee, I can stay too!" You smiled, still on your tippy toes. "I can stay here for more than 30 minutes, 40 minutes, 1 hour, even a whole day, I can do it!"
Tsukishima pushed you aside, making you stumble.
"Kids, I understand your concerns, don't worry I can handle the bakery myself, besides you have school tomorrow,"
Mr. Lee sighed. "Don't worry, I'll do fine,"
Tsukishima and you bowed a 90° bow.
"We'll get going, Mr. Lee," the both of you said. "We're going now,"
Silence.
Pure awkward silence.
The two of you didn't budge to move and continued to stare at Mr. Lee.
"Oh! In case the two of you didn't know, the door is there," Mr. Lee gestured the door behind the both of you, sarcasm very obvious to the both of you.
The both of you quickly pack your things and went out the door, fearing that Mr. Lee might explode.
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"Please pack your things, we are going to go to Class 3," Miss Madoka, your English subject teacher, commanded. "Bring your books and notebooks, and other things that are necessary,"
The class obliged even though they were confused.
However, you were fuming. Going to Class 3 means meeting the Johnny Bravo.
Sighing, you pick up your bag, by the word 'essential' for you it means everything.
You followed your classmates out the door and then stopped when Miss Madoka peeked in the Class 3.
She turned to us and said that it was okay to come in.
You and your classmates went in, the lights were turned off, and the students were on the floor, sitting.
The chairs and tables were messily stacked behind the classroom, and the only source of light is the projector, projecting a paused video.
Your eyes scanned for Yamaguchi, who was already waving for you to sit beside him and Tsukishima near the wall. Excitedly, you walked towards him, awkwardly shuffling by the other sitting students, trying not to step on them.
"Tadashi-kun!" You squealed silently, you sat in between the blonde and the cinnamon roll. Yamaguchi smiled and nudged Tsukishima to greet you. However, the blonde tutted adjusting the headphones over his ears, his phone illuminating his features.
"What are we gonna do?" You whispered.
"Dunno," Yamaguchi shrugged. "But I think we're watching a movie,"
You gasped excitedly and squealed with him.
"Can you stop squealing, the both of you?" Tsukishima quietly groaned beside you. "I can hear you two gossiping through my music.
"What are you listening anyways?" You grabbed his headphones and put it over you ears, in his agony.
You waited.
"You're not listening to anything," you said, disappointed.
"You little moron," Tsukishima angrily grabbed his headphones back. "The music was on pause, see?"
He showed you his phone, the pause icon clear and bold.
"Oh you listen to Ariana Grande?"
Tsukishima blushed a 50 shades of Red and turned away from you, leaning on the wall, muttering how your such a busy person.
"I'll take that as a yes," you snorted.
Yamaguchi was talking to a classmate about who knows what, leaving you bored. You looked at your teacher along with the Class 3's English teacher. They were frowning about something as they tried to play the video, there must be a problem.
Tsukishima kept his phone away when the teachers announced to keep their gadgets away.
"Is that your classmate?" Tsukishima asked, leaning down to your ear.
Ignoring the shivers that his voice sent down to your spine, you looked at who he was pointing to, frowning when you find out he was gesturing to the booger-picking classmate.
"Unfortunately," you groaned. "He always do that shamelessly,"
"He's the type to eat his own booger," Tsukishima whispered, right into your ear, again sending shivers down your spine, he chuckled afterwards.
As if on cue, the boy pulled out his finger and poked his finger in his mouth.
"Gross," the both of you said quietly. Though, the both of you didn't turn away, actually finding it disgustingly amusing.
As of sensing the gaze, the boy turned to the both of you, in which you and Tsukishima immediately looked away, pretending you didn't see anything.
After the boy looked away, you turned to Tsukishima who was already looking down at you.
After staring at each other for a few momments, you both quietly laugh together.
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