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TICKS OF THE CLOCK KEPT COMING BY. Every minute passed like a single second. Tick tock; she kept listening to it, letting it hallucinate her, pretending that a pair of eyes isn't roaming her face.
Yes, she might've been questioned by a few cops from time to time, but that's because she's assumed as a witness of a theft. And no, she has never been branded as a suspect.
"I'm assuming this is yours." he slid over two pens from his table to her side, making space for his paper.
Oh.
Anyway, he began to concentrate on his test paper, his pencil scribbling down answers under the pressure of the remaining minutes. That reminds her, she can now steal answers from this dude or whatever the hell his name is.
Threads of her [h/c] tresses cascaded and covered a portion of her face-kind of like a curtain where only her eyes can see through to scan his test paper.
Frankly, being too occupied with it had her fail to notice his lavender irises staring right at her. He rested his arm on the table, hiding the paper from her sight.
Failing a test was as simple as breathing, but admitting defeat that she can't steal answers from a fellow pupil is a stab to her pride. At that, a heavy sigh escaped her lips.
Mitsuya heard her obvious dismay fracture her pride and chuckled at it. Rather, it was unusual for him to see somebody trying to copy his answers, and yet never denies it nor spit unconvincing lies.
Writing over here and there as she made use of her pen's ink, and finally inscribing something on her test paper like everybody else is. There, a smiley face has been drawn on the unanswered paper.
RING!
"Kindly pass the papers back to me, and then you can proceed to the canteen."
With a touch of a feather, Mitsuya tapped her shoulder. The light tap sunk into her skin that she instantly faced him. He placed a notebook in her hands; black and unwrinkled cover as if it didn't struggle through this school year's typhoon. In fact, it looked brand new.
