𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐲 [ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

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Jagger finn
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The [h/l] hair of a familiar girl dangled as she stood on the wooden chair, resting her right palm on the wall next to the door as she placed a chalkboard eraser in-between the sliding door — almost stumbling in the process.

A smirk formed on her lips mischievously before she jumped off the chair and lifted it up to place it back near her desk. Everyone's eyes were on her and she felt a little proud of these antics that she happened to do barely;; every single day. One of the students spoke up with an amused tone. "You're really going to prank another teacher again, [Y/n]?"

Her eyes fixated on the guy because he had called her by first name before grinning from ear to ear. "He deserves it for giving me that extra homework, plus everyone dislikes him so... It's what he gets, Keisuke." The boy with the black slickback hair that was tied in a low pony tail, named Baji Keisuke, raised an eyebrow; yet his expression was unreadable due to the geeky glasses that hid his facial features. They both somehow knew eachother but that was vague to everyone around them.

[Y/n] hummed and sat down whilst neatening her skirt, awaiting for the teacher to walk through and get his hair spattered with chalk. She nearly snorted at the thought of him overreacting to it; almost feeling bad but she was too egoistic.

The students were whispering and giggling amongst themselves as they looked from the [h/c] haired girl back to the sliding door. Everyone in the class knew how [Y/n] loved trouble and that showed by the way she was carefree about it.

Her eyes kept wandering, from out the window back to the door every second that passed by. The obscurity of the wind felt timid and rather giddy in a way, she wanted to close the window because even if she was still in the winter uniform; Her legs felt cold. she only wore knee-length socks which made her thighs the only thing exposed. Furthermore tights felt too uncomfortable and she wanted to at least stay warm.

The school air was intensely intoxicating in a way — always making you want to leave and never come back but at the same time if you grew too attached to it; you'll miss it so incredibly much. That's how [Y/n] felt.

After a second of contemplating her life choices, the door slid open as a teacher tried to step in but,, the chalkboard eraser plopped down on his head making the girl purse her lips to contain a laugh. Some of her classmates lost it and chuckled in response but they instantly went quiet when the teacher looked their way with a fierce glare. He was clearly not happy.

"Who is responsible for this?" His eye squinted in anger as he looked at everyone in the class, from face to another; reading their expressions, behaviour, and whatnot. [Y/n]'s lips twitched as she tried to keep it together. One wrong move and she'll be in detention—

"have you not been to detention enough already?" ...Spot on, as always, the teacher's gaze shifted to [Y/n]'s form that had already froze in place. For a split second her smile faltered before it was replaced with a wide grin. She moved her head aside trying to hide her face. 'I cannot take him seriously with that mess.'