𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝘾𝙡𝙪𝙗 ✧. ┊ hantengu clones x reader

2. ʜᴇʏ!

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Silence filled the room as the teacher walked in. With a sigh, you decided to just accept your fate. You rested your hands on the desk and sat through the daily roll marking, occasionally raising your hands to answer. There were a few amount of times where you often nearly drifted off. However what woke you up was the buzz that travelled up your thigh.

Ping!

Shit.

— you have a new message!

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Zohakuten
y/n.

you
What the fuck.

Zohakuten
?

you
so??

Zohakuten
Nothing. I just want to know what you're doing?

you
zoha, i'm in class.

Zohakuten
Ok.

you
???

Zohakuten
Chemistry?

you
no, physics

Zohakuten
?? You don't take Physic class though

you
yeah well no shit.

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You snorted and returned your phone back into your pocket. Resuming you day, you returned your attention back to your notebook and looked up.

"y/n, phone now."

Fuck.

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You sheepishly returned to your desk after retrieving your phone from the teacher's desk. Unfortunately, things just aren't doing you a favour today. You even earned a glare from Sekido. Desperately trying to get out of here fast, you awkwardly scrambled to collect your notebooks. You swung your bag over your shoulders before slipping out of the classroom. You travelled down the hallway, going against the natural flow of the tide. Casually bumping into some students followed a thousand hush of apologies. Despite the rush, you weren't able to reach far enough to be tugged back by a strong force on your wrist.

Great.

You hit your back against a strong surface area, too large for your frames. Whoever dragged you pulled you into an less crowded side of the hallway. You rapidly blinked, thinking what the hell did you get yourself into this time.

"Wha-"

"y/n."

You looked up to see Sekido towering over you.

Eheh.

You tried to wriggle your wrists out of his grasp. You were going to speak up but he beats it to you first.

"Why were you texting in class today? You have an image, as head girl y/n. A role model for your peers to look up to you." He growled.