𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐲 [ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

II

Homage
Mild High Club
00:46 ━━━⬤──────── 02:57

It was yet another day of the life of our precious [Y/n] who seemed to have a hard time again. Not that it was surprising, she had a record of causing a ruckus and she wasn't going to let that streak end here.

As everyone was packing up to leave to get to their club activities or head home; [Y/n] was left to clean the classroom on her own as some punishment. How cruel of those teachers... Well it is what she gets for glueing a note on the teacher's back that said 'I'm balding'... Only middle school students with shitty humour would do such a thing; and it was hilarious because no one could shut up about it which occurred to the teacher later on— and in result got her in that position.

The poor girl was cleaning the desks with a cloth, sighing every once in a while which made the other student in the class with her, huff. "You're the one who keeps constantly causing trouble, [Y/n]. It's kind of obvious that this would end up happening."

[Y/n] rolled her eyes and pouted her lips before speaking, "Not like I care. No one's waiting at home for me anyways." Her eyebrows knitted together as her expression grew more sour.

A sigh escaped the black haired boy's lips and he stopped writing for a second. "Then let's go hang out at my place, what do you say? Mom would love to have you around." That made her ears perk up and she instantly grinned, no hint of annoyance was seen on her face anymore. "Sure, that sounds good." Baji smiled after hearing that and started writing again.

The [e/c] eyes of the girl kept glimmering in anticipation as she tried to hurry so she would hang out with her friend. Or well, she considers him a friend but she doesn't know if he felt that way about her too. She grimaced at the thought before flinching when she heard the door of the classroom slide open harshly.

Her eyes peered up to the noise only to be taken aback by the teal slots that she saw just the other day. There were other people who were chattering with him before he entered the classroom. His gaze was studying her for a bit before he looked at the black haired boy that was still writing; unbothered that there was another person in the classroom. Chifuyu moved a chair and sat across from him, making Baji look up curiously from his paper. "Hm? And you are...?"

The blondie had a sweatdrop rolling down his cheek, his palms resting on his lap. "Matsuno Chifuyu from class one." It was silent and [Y/n] felt a little out of place, but she was still cleaning whilst eavesdropping on the two; not that it looked like some private conversation.

Chifuyu pointed to Baji's paper with a raised brow, clearly confused about what he had written. "What's this character?" Baji replied with full confidence, "'Tora.'" The blondie deadpanned and parted his lips. "You wrote it wrong."

"Ha?! I did??" Baji grimaced and scratched the back of his head nervously. "You can't even spell... So why are you dressed like that if you're not even a diligent student?" Chifuyu pointed out and scrunched up his nose in response.