"why are you here?"
you've always been best friends with xiao, ever since elementary. although, he oddly became popular in high school even though he rarely speaks. you couldn't deny he was fairly attractive, and all the girls fell for him.
though...
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"tartaglia, you can go sit next to y/n."
the teacher points to you as you look at her, oblivious. you were fading both in and out of consciousness, since you didn't get much sleep last night.
you see a tall ginger-haired boy next to her, as he nods and walks up to you, smiling. he takes a seat in the empty desk next to you.
"please, call me childe! also, nice to meet you, y/n." he smirks, catching a wink at you. you look at him flustered, then look at xiao, who was sitting behind you in class.
let's just say, he didn't look very amused.
"ahh...hi. nice to meet you as well, are you—um—new here, by any chance?" you ask childe, as he sets his textbook on the table.
"why, i am. is there a problem?" he replies cheekily, sharpening his pencil while looking straight into your eyes.
"oh, erm, not really. i just didn't recognize you, and you seem pretty tall for a sophomore..." you nervously sweat. he seemed friendly, but he had this aura that seemed a bit...questionable.
"haha, everyone says that! you're funny, comrade. we should talk some more, during lunch—"
"mr. tartaglia? do i already have to split up you and y/n, since you seem to be loving each other's company?"
you could hear the class's teasing; the "oooh"s filling the room as you slumped in your chair in silence, embarrassed.
"there's no need for that, mrs. miko! i'll try to be a bit more quiet now, y/n." he comments, whispering an apology to you before focusing on his own schoolwork.
