ʜᴜꜱʜ! ꜱ.ɢᴇᴛō

六 - qᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵃˡ

"Children these days surely don't know what manners are anymore."

An elderly woman, on the edge of bursting, uttered loudly as she prepared to get up from her seat, aggressively pointing a finger at the student in front of her.

"You can't be saying that with that receding hairline of yours."

The boy snapped back, encouraging the old woman to be more infuriated.
As if the boy burned the last thread of the old woman's patience, she stood up and began to shout excessive derogatory words towards the boy.

The bus is now getting filled with whispers and blabbering, while some of the people even stood up from their seats to film the occurrence. As much as Y/n is intrigued by the current happenings, she still has a class to go to.

Excusing herself from the throng of people in the bus, she found her way outside, almost getting pushed out by some people.

Figuratively, that's not how she wanted her Monday morning to go. Watching an old woman pick up a fight with a teenage boy who is probably young enough to be her grandson? What a lovely scene to behold.

Making her way through the bickering corridors of her school, Y/n looked for her classroom like she did many times before for the past months. Upon entering, her eyes immediately caught honey-colored ones. She failed to notice her tiny, sharp took of breath and her heartbeat's slight acceleration.

Her eyes fluttered at the sight of him, too engrossed by his appearance, almost sending him a small wave which she immediately countered, remembering that their status is for formality only.

Y/n was the first to break the connection in the air, walking to her usual seat which is by the window. Beside her was Inumaki, her seatmate, he is a quiet yet smart boy who now lets Y/n call him Toge. Noticing her presence, he gave her a small "hi", which she sends him one aswell.

Students began entering the classroom one by one as the previously empty chairs are now being occupied. First class, chemistry.
Not even a second has been spared since the class started, Y/n already wants to go home.

"Good morning class." The woman in a pink floral blouse and black pants greeted her students, flashing them a bright smile. Probably too bright for some as they let out a quiet groan in annoyance, slumped in their chairs and minds flying to some other place.

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"And perhaps we can call it a day. "
Mrs. Nori checked her watch as it dangled slightly on her wrist. Her attention was diverted as a student raised his hand.

"Professor, didn't you say we're going to have groupings today? "

Mrs. Nori wondered for a moment before exclaiming "Oh! Yes, Thank you for the reminder Fuji. I just remembered, I have to group you students up for a project. But I've been thinking, instead of a group, I've decided to partner you up instead."

Upon hearing the announcement from the teacher, Y/N and Inumaki exchanged a wide grin. Every time a topic calls for a partnered endeavour, the two are already familiar with how to team up.

"Whoever you're sitting beside right now will be your partner for the rest of the semester." She continued.

Inumaki gave the girl a thumbs up before standing up and grabbing the paper Mrs. Nori was distributing, which appears to be the instructions and criteria for the project.

Y/n stood up and grabbed hers as her name was called. She walked back to her seat only to notice that her light haired seatmate is now replaced by a dark haired one. Scrunching her face up in confusion and annoyance, she turned to the man beside her.

"Go back to your seat." She claimed.

"This is my seat." He retorts, eyes still dropped on the project paper.

Rather than responding, she searches for her platinum blonde haired friend, who now seems to be seated on the chair Getō used to occupy.

"What is he doing there?" Y/n questions.

"I told him to." He responded.

"And... for what reason?" Y/n asks, elongating the "and" in her sentence. "He's my partner and can you go back to your seat, I still have to talk to him regarding the project." She claimed once again, raising a sharp brow at him in the process.

"You're already talking to your partner though." He snaps back, now placing the paper on the table. He leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms, giving her a sly look. The corner of his lips twitching to stretch up.

This asshole.

"Aren't you charming?" Y/N smiled phonily at him and gave him a pinch on the thigh, making the man jerk in his seat from the harsh action.

"Ow! what the fuck?" He gave a cry, rubbing the swollen spot on his thigh.

"Didn't you want me to help you in your studies? Why are you complaining about me being your partner now?" Getō continued.

"Tutoring me and being my project partner are two different things." She sighed, crossing her legs.

"No they're not, you wanted me to help, so this is me doing my job." He gave Y/n a shrug and crossed his arms again.

Despite the hard glares that the girl was throwing at him, he managed to keep a calm demeanour, his lips growing in a small grin, flashing her his pearly teeth.

The movement made Y/n roll her eyes, but her actions, though clearly agitated, had the opposite effect as she shifted her seat closer to the man and picked up a pen to begin writing on paper.

Getō leant slightly in her direction, looking over her shoulder at the words on the paper. Feeling Getō's warm body close to hers, her fingers twitched, the hairs on her neck sprang up, and a quick shiver ran down her spine.

His face was near to hers, and her body is not functioning properly. She wouldn't dare to shift her head to the side; it would very certainly kill her on the spot. She closed her eyes and placed the paper in front of his face.

"That's my address, you can come tomorrow if you want, but it's also fine if you don't." Y/n stood up grabbing her bag. Getō peered on the paper in his hand before standing up as well.

"I'll be there." He voiced out to her, waving the paper in between his fingers.