𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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friday

Visual arts class is the only class you have where you know just about everyone there.

Natsu, Yaku, and Lev, Koko, all engrossed in miscellaneous activities that have nothing to do with the class. There's no teacher in the classroom so really you're just sitting there till something happens.

You did just the same.

"Is the Blondie just not showing up to school anymore?" You eye the empty seat between you and Lev

"Why do you wanna know?" Yaku looks up from his notebook with a knowing glance

"Cause I'm bored" usually you'd go and pester the boy a few chairs away from you but he's not there.

"Mr.Ambers said the Visual Arts kids need to go to the room 350" in comes a messenger, wielding a hall pass all high and mighty. Heads turn and there's Kuroo, waving for attention

"The Cooking class?" You perk up, pushing up off your desk

"Culinary" Natsu corrects

"Big words big headaches" Lev rubs his head

"Said it's a required course unfortunately" Kuroo shrugs in response

"They can do that?" You ask

"Yeah cus it's not like anyone is learning anything in Visual Arts" he Definetly had a point there. So they were gonna replace your free period with a cooking class? Sounds like work.

"Grab your shit let's go" you do just that, being the first out. You almost miss the pudding head when you exit, the one with his hands shoved in his pockets waiting for Kuroo to finish his announcement.

He yawns, unintentionally flashing his tongue piercing when he does.

"Yo" he waves lazily when he catches you staring as the hall floods with your classmates, all of them making their way towards

"Where'd you dissapear off to?" You step forward, a hand on your hip and your head tipped.

"Nowhere special" he pushes off the wall, trailing behind the crowd. He didn't seem to be in a hurry or anything.

"You've got a little something there" Koko gestures towards his collar, where his sweater failed to conceal. Hickeys.

"I know" he acknowledges her concern without a care,

"Oh" her she looks down, her face flushing when she does

"he really thinks he's the shit doesn't he?" You chuckle

"He does" Kenma nods before burying himself within the mass of kids making their way to room 305.

The class room is pretty big, aprons for each student, two people assigned to each table.

You aren't assigned to the table.

Kenma with Koko

You with Lev