That Blonde Guy

Chapter 14

There was nothing special in this particular classroom in a high school in Tokyo.

Just like any other normal classroom filled with teenagers, it was always chaotic and loud. Noisy as hell, specially if there was no teacher around. It was always a typical high school scenario where students go wild and the classroom becomes a literal battlefield when no one's watching. Some students do their own thing and just play together, laugh, and joke around. Some play instruments while the other would sing along. Others--specially the males--would wrestle in the back of the classroom or play basketball with plastic bottles in the trash. It was always like that.

But today, it was different.

There was no teacher around but this particular classroom was surprisingly silent that day. Peaceful. Every student was on their proper seat. No shoutings and screamings. No laughs. Nobody's talking, and it was almost like everyone has gone mute.

It's not a miracle, though. Today was just one of 'those days' where everyone suddenly turns into a well-behaved individual whenever that infamous classmate who rarely attends school is present in the class--Manjiro Sano. 

Everyone in the school knew that blonde guy of average height that was seated in a lone chair at the back near the window. The guy with a calm and attractive face that always displays a bored and sleepy expression, the one who always wore his Gakuran unbuttoned with a white shirt underneath. The last time he attended this class was about two weeks ago, so everyone was surprised the moment he walked into the classroom that morning. The very reason why the classroom was in defeaning silence that day was because Manjiro Sano was now sleeping on his desk. Everyone was careful not to wake him, and no one was brave enough to make a noise in the fear of disturbing him. 'Wake Mikey, and you're dead'-- That was what everyone in the classroom believed.

Well, except for Ayana Matsumoto. The class president.

"Sano."

The people inside the classroom watched as she approached the sleeping blonde and called his name. She stood in front of his desk carrying what looked like a class record. She waited, but the guy didn't move.

"Sano, I'm talking to you."

".. shut up."

The female pushed her glasses up her nose and lightly kicked the desk's leg--which made everyone gasp-- causing for it to shake. The disturbed Mikey looked up, his face somewhat pissed. "Tch." He sleepily looked at the girl in front of him and said in a lazy voice, "what?"

She threw the class record in front of him, on his desk. In an expressionless voice, she spoke. "You're only present in the class for a total of thirteen days since the school year started."

The guy scratched his eyes, yawning. With a frown on his face, he glanced at the class record in front of him. He looked back at the girl. "And?"

"I was told to inform you that the teachers will not allow you to take the exam without doing all the assignments and projects that you missed the past weeks."

He looked at her for about three seconds, not uttering a single word. His face remained sleepy and uninterested. He didn't speak. It was obvious that he just wanted to go back to sleep.

The girl slightly twitched her brow.

"Mrs. Takeda requested for me to assist you." She turned around, ready to leave. "If you think you can't do it on your own, I'm in the library after class. That's all."

Ayana Matsumoto was the only person inside that classroom who could talk and approach Mikey like that. While the rest was being all afraid and aghast about their gang-leader classmate, there she was giving zero fuck and just doing her job as the president of the class.