PSEUMINO | VENTO AUREO

02 | overestimate.

═ ☆. YOU HAD OVERESTIMATED HOW WELL YOU knew your college campus.

Convinced you knew your way around, you had barely glanced at the signs around campus before heading up to the third floor. For some reason, you had gotten into your head that was where the library was. As it turned out, you had no idea what they were talking about. Ten minutes of walking around had yielded no library.

Admitting defeat, you wandered around looking for a student to ask directions from. You were too embarrassed to ask one of the faculty members. It was already five to ten. You hated the thought of keeping Fugo waiting.

You spied a student sitting in one of the tables off to the side, wearing a pair of headphones. Fugo had warned you about speaking to students, but asking directions had to be an exception. With no one else in sight, you went over to the student. Spread in front of him were pages crammed full of complicated equations and formulas you couldn't begin to decipher.

"Excuse me," you said, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the student's headphones. "I was wondering if you could help me?"

The student didn't answer. He bobbed his head, singing the words to whatever he was listening to under his breath. His black hair fell messily over his orange headband into his face, obstructing his view of you. Getting more self-conscious by the minute, you tapped his shoulder.

"Hello?"

"Vocal percussion on a— holy shit!" The student jolted back, eyes wide. "Oh my god, you scared the hell out of me," he hissed, tugging his headphones down.

You cringed. "I didn't mean to. Sorry about that."

"It's fine. My bad for having my music so loud." The black-haired student paused his music, shifting in his seat to face you fully. "What's up?"

"I hate to bother you, but I was wondering if you could tell me where the library is?"

"You're about three floors too high," the student replied. "Library's on the ground floor. Kinda hard to miss."

You mentally kicked yourself. If you hadn't been so preoccupied, you would've noticed.

"Grazie. Again, I'm so sorry for bothering you."

"It's cool. If you don't mind, I'll come with you. I was too lazy to head down, but now I have an incentive." The student shot you a smirk before gathering up his things and falling into step with you. He effortlessly pulled off the athleisure trend that was going around. Bright orange shorts over leggings and high-top sneakers, paired with a black sleeveless hoodie. That, along with his orange wristbands and headband, made you wonder if he'd just come back from the gym.

"So, what are you doing in the library? Failing your classes already?" The student grinned rakishly. You noticed his eyes and Fugo's were a similar shade of purple. It was an odd but captivating eye colour. Not that you were paying attention to their eyes.

"Please. I'm meeting someone."

"Oh? I know some corners that make great make-out spots."

You grimaced. "Just someone I met yesterday." The two of you arrived at the elevators. They slid open, and the student pressed the button for the ground floor.

"Making friends already? God, that was hell for me when I was a freshman." He gave you a sideways glance. "You are a freshman, right?"

"That's the first guess you've gotten right. What's your major?"

"Mathematics. Sophomore year."

You raised your eyebrows. you guessed it made sense, considering the papers he'd been working on.