➪TAROBIHAN||SUNGTARO

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Osaki Shotaro always knew that he wasn't the best A rank student. He knew that he wasn't on par like the rest of his A rank classmates. A reason why never placed much effort when it came to his studies. Some would call him lucky. Lucky enough to have certain answers at the tip of his pen during tests or the tip of his tongue during oral recitations.

There is, however, something he does with effort. Dancing. A good hobby that he places much effort that he would ignore his schoolwork and copy of Renjun's the next day. How the Chinese haven't hit him and scolded him for his ways remains a mystery.

Another would be his self sayings that he would share. May it be gibberish, confusing, or wise he would always pride himself for coming up there on the spot.

"Renjun my friend" entering their crowded classroom, Shotaro zooms his way to the Chinese who was busy reading for their English class. A good choice since they have a test and English is their first subject for the day.

Renjun raises his head, a sigh leaving his lips as the obvious reason for the greeting came into view. he reaches for his English notebook in his bag that he hanged in front of him. With a huff, he hands it over to Shotaro who placed his bag at the back of his front mate's seat. "How are you part of rank A when you don't even do that much?"

"What's the meaning of the ranks again?" Shotaro asks, eyes focused on Renjun's answers and hand busy writing it down.

Renjun shakes his head in exasperation, fighting the urge to hit his face. "Rank A means you have an average of 89 to 95, usually you have an A or A- in deportment. Rank B is having an average of 85 to 88, B and B- is the usual deportment. Lastly-Shotaro? Are you even listening!?"

The Chinese clicks his tongue the moment he realized that Shotaro has turned a deaf ear at him. The young Japanese would hum while bobbing his head but it was obvious that he was far away from the conversation. "You know what? Just read your handbook. It's probably there"

Shotaro hums at that before flipping to the next page of Renjun's notebook. He needed to copy everything or else he would end up with a sanction and detention which he cannot afford as he promised to help with the try-outs for this year's dance troupe.

Sungchan enters his own classroom, dragging with him his duffle bag that carried his ice hockey equipment for today's practice. Eyes looking like they haven't been close in weeks, hair like it was rolled around and sprayed with hairspray to keep it up, and lastly uniform that looked fresh from the dryer; it was quick to deduce that Sungchan, Jung Sungchan hasn't been able to grasp his current situation- getting ghosted.