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Y/N hummed while she walked through the school's quiet hallways, occasionally peeking through random classes. If she had seen one of her friends, she would wave excitedly at them.
What class did she even have? English.
She made her way into her class, apologizing for being late. She had a small reputation by the teachers known for being late despite being a senior, but thankfully it would be covered up as she was now on the Student Council so she had excuses.
Even before she had joined it, the teachers knew she was friends with the Student Council and would often hang out with them during classes. She would often get scolded, but she didn't mind cause her friends would help her out of course.
Even she doesn't know how she isn't getting held back yet.
She sat down in her usual seat, yawning as she pulled out her notebook and began to take notes. She glanced at the seat next to her, which would normally would've been empty but this time. She saw.. Muzan? The guy who literally NEVER attended class?
Turning his head, Muzan made eye contact with her, a scowl on his face. Seeing her, a amused a smirk crawled onto his face.
"Oh it's you." He chuckled quietly, loud enough for only Y/N to hear and waved. She awkwardly waved back as she looked away almost immediately after doing that.
As she continued to write in her notes, her phone buzzed. Who was texting her? While she was in class?
She pulled her phone out of her bag, looking down at the notification. Who the hell?
