ʜᴜꜱʜ! ꜱ.ɢᴇᴛō

二 ᵃ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ

'Don't look, Don't look, Don't look'

You silently prayed to yourself as you warily approached your seat. Looking straight ahead, wearing an unreadable expression. You put down your bag and sat down, you sighed and closed your eyes.

You have a test today and you don't know if you'll be able to concentrate mentioning the events from yesterday. For you, it wasn't really a big deal but for some reason, you just can't seem to get it off your mind.

You slumped down and rested your forehead on your desk, glaring on the hard surface. It's been a rough week for you, life just love making you suffer and stressed out.

It's mostly financial problems and you always find a way to get through them but sometimes you just get stuck in the piling problems that keeps coming for you, one appears and another one will top it and another one will, another and another and another.

Growing up in a middle class household, you weren't deprived of material things nor were you suffering some kind of financial instability. Your parents gave you what you needed growing up, well, most of it was your Mom who did the parenting role. Your father, not so much.

You remembered how he undoubtedly chose his mistress and their children over his initial wife and daughter. You didn't cry, no. You knew his wickedness from the start.

You knew how he would come home late smelling like a woman who is unquestionably not your mother. You knew how he is would laugh and send sweet talks over the phone at night while his wife is sound asleep in their bedroom. You knew where the half of his monthly income gets sent to, not to you, not to your mom, but to his other family.

That was one of the primary reasons you left your house, to prove your good-for-nothing father that you can thrive and survive without his help. That you can provide stability for your mom with just your own perseverance and diligence.

Everything was going well for you actually, until recently. Unfortunate events keeps happening to you. First, you lost your apartment keys a week ago. You had to talk to your rude and unapproachable landlord for him to give you another one. The second one is you accidentally grazing an expensive car with the handlebar of your bike and you're still not finished paying the owner, he gave you 3 months to complete the payment.

Third, you forgot to submit an important research to one of your teachers. You were so busy the rest of the week that you forgot about the research. Your professor gave you 3 days to complete the task but you were so bombarded by everything that you don't know where to start. You clutched your head in frustration and almost let a groan out loud. Suddenly, a loud slam was heard, making you stiffen on your seat.

'Ah, the history teacher is here. Crap.'

You let out a frustrated sigh and brought out your textbook. 'Another day full of bullshit.'

-

You listened to the loud ticking of your classroom's wall clock, deeply annoyed on how it takes so long to ring. You softly tapped your pen against your forehead as you think of an answer for the last question. The test was fairly easy, you went through all the questions smoothly without breaking a sweat. You thank the heavens that the exam was the exact thing you reviewed last night.

You flipped your test paper on its front to lessen the chances of you getting your answers stolen, you put your pen down and stretched your muscles. Looking around, there's still a few students answering. You sighed and gazed your eyes across the classroom, hoping to find something interesting to look at.

Your eyes then stopped on a particular black haired boy who seemed to be asking a question to the teacher who is currently sitting on his chair that is positioned on the very middle and very front of the class.

He gave a small nod to the teacher and went back to his seat. He was sitting on your left side just a few chairs across you. Looking at him is so accessible because his seat mate is currently absent so there's no wall covering his form now. You've never stared at someone this long before, particularly someone who you don't even talk or associate with.

His expression is different from yesterday, he's wearing a calm demeanor now, in contrast of the scrunched up and jittery face he had before. He was skimming his answer sheet, gracefully dragging his eyes across his paper. You are now confused, how the hell does this guy looks good on everything he do. You felt your throat going dry, you still can't believe he's the same person you saw yesterday.

It's just unimaginable, he's your class president and "making a mistake" is not really in his vocabulary. He's the definition of perfection but yesterday, you saw how those perfect walls collapse and saw a different side of him. You felt your stomach do a weird twirl by just remembering his expressions, He's so pretty. It's not everyday you see that side of him.

Your eyes snapped to his hand that is placing his pen down. You flicked your eyes up again to his but this time he caught yours. Your lips parted and your eyes widened slightly as he held a heart quickening staring contest with you. You feel suffocated under his stare but you can't seem to pull away. You then sighed in relief for he was the one who looked away first.

"Alright, give me your papers"

Sitting straight, you passed your paper forward, giving another glance to the boy. The bell finally announced its presence, you stood up and grabbed your lunch, hoping to find your friend that is from another class. Just before you could step outside, a hand encircled your wrist.

"Ms. L/N" of course you know that voice, he always use that serious tone whenever he scolds you or scolds one of your classmates. Usually, your body just fills with annoyance whenever you hear it, but this time, what you felt was nervousness.

You took in a gulp of air before turning your head to face him.

"Yes Mr. President?"

He still has that calm expression but you saw how his eye twitched in annoyance just by hearing the appellation you called him. Remembering how he told you and your classmates to not call him that and just use his last name instead, also saying that he rather finds it annoying.

He let out a sigh.

"See me after class"

'Huh what? Nononono, that can't happen, he's going to talk about yesterday. The way I saw him, the way I watched the whole thing, the way I ran away.'

You were about to object the idea but he was already walking out of the classroom and was gone out of your sight. You rolled your eyes and proceeded to find your pal, you don't want to tell her what happened, it's still confidential and it would ruin Getō's image as a class president.

'I hope he doesn't kill me later'

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The words that were written in Italic are the mc's inner monologue.