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tuesday, music class
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UPON SEEING SORA'S DUMBFOUNDED EXPRESSION, Taesan cares enough to explain his motives a little bit further, finally turning to look at her vaguely after swinging his bag onto his back. "Don't worry I won't make you do all of it. I'm nicer than that. I'll do some parts, you do the rest, and then we'll just put it together." He decides confidently.
But Sora's face quickly morphs from dumbfounded to extremely worried at the boy's not very well thought out plan. Is she that hard to work with? To the point where he would give up all his chances of getting a good grade just to not work with her?
Well either way, if she just let the situation roll out like this, then this song will turn out absolutely rubbish. And no matter what Taesan thinks, Sora can't allow that. She can't allow 50% of her music grade to go down the drain just because of some popular boy's pride being too big for his head, causing him not to be able to work with some commoner of a girl. That's what he thinks of her right? Most likely. The 'popular' people at this school have their head way above the clouds when it comes to status a lot of the time. And Sora doesn't think Han Taesan can really be any different.
Taesan turns away when he doesn't receive a verbal response from the girl, not caring in the slightest about whether she responds to his idea or not. They will be doing what he says anyway. Why would she want to work with him when they both know how awkward that will turn out to be?
"Hey, Han Taesan!" Sora shouts after him, drawing the attention of a few, is not many, of the students still lingering in the classroom around them. When Taesan doesn't even spare her a glance to acknowledge her threatening voice, Sora reaches as far as she can from the seat at her desk and rather desperately grabs the bottom of the back of Taesan's school shirt, causing him to audibly gasp as he is unexpectedly pulled backwards and back towards his school desk. Sora can practically feel the eyes of the students still remaining in the classroom on them right now, but that's the least of her worries.
