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zenitsu and you walked down the quiet corridor of the school. it was only 7:15am in the morning but you both wanted to get started on molding. there was a 50/50 chance that tengen would be in the classroom.

because class usually opened up around 11, you thought that if he had to clean and prep the room, he would be there early. you knock twice on the door. when there's no answer, zenitsu pushes it open and motions for you to follow him with a head nod.

you both walk into the empty room. a door at the bottom-right if the stage was wide open.

"uhh, professor?" zenitsu called out. tengens head peaked around the corner of the door. "good morning, guys. why are you here so early?" he questioned.

he went back into the room and begin to pull out various sculpting supplies. "well, we wanted to get a head start on sculpting." you say. "then come down here and help me." he grunted back up at you.

both zenitsu and you drop your bags by your stools before walking down the stairs of the room.

you follow in tengens' lead, pulling down wooden slabs and carving tools. the room stays silent as you all work on setting up each individual desk. "i got the last one." zenitsu calls. after everything seemed fine, tengen walked back to a fridge like room.

you could feel the cold air across the room. "just get an unused slab." tengen says. he wanders over to his desk where he lets his hair down from his bun. he shakes his head from side-to-side, causing it to flow freely around his face.

"[y/n]? the clay?" zenitsu said. he watched as your eyes lingered on from tengen .

"my bad." you say. you slightly shake your head and walk towards the cooler. "hey look at this." zenitsu points to a little baggy of trash thrown in the corner of the room.

he picks it up then gags, throwing it back down. a used condom slipped onto the floor. you both look at each other in disgust before turning into raging fits of laughter.

"hurry up in there they clay needs to stay cool!" tengen shouted from the other side of the room.

you kicked the bag back to its corner before following zenitsu out of the chilly room. "what took you so long?" tengen questioned as you both passed his desk.

you could see Zenitsu's ears turning a light shade of pink as he thought about what to say. "we couldn't find unused slabs, so we had to move to the back." you reply. "hm." tengen huffs.

you continue up to your seat and begin prepping for your structure. zenitsu had already begun slicing at his mold.

"what are you gonna do?" you ask as you wet your fingers. "i'm making my grandpa."

"cool." you say. you both work hard in silence, occasionally talking or commenting on each other's statues. you had already sculpted the hand for your statue. you knew making the wisteria tree would be the hardest part as it would require immense detail.

"you guys are here early!" one of your female peers said as she entered the class. looking up on the wall behind you, you say the clock read 11:32am.

"just wanted a headstart." you smile back. she nods and moves down the stairs where she begins to talk with tengen.

you watch as she blushes at everything he says. she laughs, slapping his shoulder. he smiles back at her and leans on his desk. you felt a weird sensation take over your body. almost like your heart getting a little tight.

her giggle rang out in the near empty classroom. when another student walked in, they seemed to get more laxed. she waved goodbye as she wandered over to her seat.

tengen eyes instantly darted up to yours where you quickly looked away. you didn't want to show you cared so you sickly smiled and looked away aswell.

more students started filing in one by one as the clock neared 12. by 12:15pm, the entire class was already in the room and beginning their work. tengen went around checking on everyone and handing out tips. when he approached you, you ignored him.

seeing the way he was friendly made you feel as if he didn't take you seriously. that also made sense to why there was a used condom in his cooler. "[y/n], a word in the hall please." tengen said.

you rolled your eyes, removing yourself from your stool and waking into the hallway. "what." you growl. "what's your issue?" tengen asked.

"nothing. i'm fine." you reply. tengen eyes you up and down, then looks into your eyes. "do you remember what i asked you?"

"yes."

"well, are you going to do it?" tengen questioned. "yep ." you say, popping the 'p'. "you're doing what?" someone asked behind you. a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into their chest. you recognized the smell and gyutaro and a smile formed on your face.

you pushed your head up against his chest to look at his face. he peered down at you, a lazy smile on his lips. his eyes hung lower then usual, confirming he was high. you wanted to smoke again with him sometime.

"good afternoon beautiful." he said, bending down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"hey handsome." you smile back. "i suggest you get inside and work on your project before your clay dries out." tengen hissed. you both look up at him and begin to walk in.

gyutaro buries his hands in his pockets and strides past tengen . gyutaro widened his smile as he passed, making sure to piss tengen off further.

you notice tengen burning holes into the back of his head. if looks could kill, gyutaro would be sprawled out on the floor.

once gyutaro was inside, tengen grabs your arm. "we're going out tonight. i'll pick you up at 7." tengen says. he doesn't give you time to answer and instead walks into the room.

when you walk inside the room, you see that gyutaro is sitting a seat away from zenitsu. zenitsu's worried expression eased as his eyes locked with yours.

he quickly motions for you to come over.

"you didn't say he was in the class." he whisper-yells.

"i'll explain later, let's finish up so we can have time for lunch." you say.

a/n: hello readers, i hadn't finished this chapter and didn't have time to post it. this will be posted earlier then the other but i will post the next chapter tomorrow at 8:30.

much love, happy ready.

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