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Ever since Scaramouche and Mika spoke about their past at the detention room 2 days ago, the short boy has been constantly ignoring her, or so that's what she thinks, in reality, Scaramouche stares at her when she's not looking, which she never look at Scaramouche much.
So she's been stuck in a misunderstanding but doesn't really bother to do anything about it.
"Hey, I heard you got a lot of love letters in your locker this morning~!" Kiara, her bestfriend teased, their first class were different hence she only heard about the love letters incident this small break time.
"It overflowed when I opened my locker. Will anyone even bother to read all of that?" Mika scrunched up her nose in distaste for a brief moment, "I volunteer!" chimed in Kiara.
"Be my guest." Mika nodded as she walked off to her next class, leaving Kiara to catch up to her noticing how she walked ahead.
Kiara quietly read the love letters she held on her hand, she held 10 while the rest of the letters were left at the locker.
"What's your next class?.." Mika asked stopping by the door of history class, Kiara raised her head to answer, standing beside Mika, "I have Chemistry. You have history class, don't you..?"
"Exactly. So you better get to your class, alright? I'll be entering mine now, see ya." Mika entered the room without waiting for her bff's respond.
Kiara shrugged it off, not bothered by that kind of behavior, though it made her think a bit if something is ever bothering Mika, she's just genuinely worried, that's all. Setting those thoughts aside, she stored away the letters in her shoulder bag before leaving for her classes.
Mika then sat at the very back, passing by Scaramouche who she didn't notice as she looked out of the window beside the chair she sat on, momentarily lost in her thoughts.
Something is indeed bothering her, her last interaction with the short indigo haired boy and the memories that flooded her head when she remembered the bigger picture after Scaramouche told her a piece.
As she dozed off in her seat, Scaramouche turned his head, staring at her still figure with a lot of thoughts running in his head.
His head only snapped away from her direction when she came back to her senses as a tall brown haired boy sat next to her, the tips of his hair ending in ombre tone.
'He's fine' Was the thought that came to her mind, Scaramouche who turned his head just in time for this scene knew what was going on in her mind at that moment, which made him scrunched his nose in distaste, once more looking away, angrily this time.
