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the sound of chalk scraping the board while a teacher explained whatever in the front was heard throughout the whole room

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the sound of chalk scraping the board while a teacher explained whatever in the front was heard throughout the whole room.

the wind blowing through the windows like it usually did

the quiet chattering of your classmates who were also not paying attention.

just another boring day.

your eyes wandered around the room, trying to alleviate your boredom while still not listening to the teacher yapping upfront

sure you were somewhat smart, you were just too lazy to put in any effort to use that big brain of yours

"all right class! i will now be grouping you for a preformance task. we will go by 2, meaning you should all have a pair to finish the project with. i will call out your last names to determine your grouping... . . ."

the teacher started naming a bunch of names together. it was only until the end that you actual listened to her.

"mr. yuuven and ... mr. winster

miss kojou and mr.... arataki

mr. tartaglia and miss l/n.

i think that should be all.... miss l/n, could you please inform mr. tartaglia about the project as he is currently absent. class is dismissed!"

mr. tartaglia? i think his name was like childe or ajax, right? ohh, i think he's the guy who's friends with that other guy who transfered from a different highschool. scaramouche.  although you two always saw eachother at the back, you never really paid attention to the guy, and he didnt pay any mind to you. it was like a mutual agreement to not butt into the others business. which you were extremely grateful for.

FELICITY.  // R. Scaramouche.Where stories live. Discover now