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𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧!

It was his first actual day of classes, though he wasn't nervous. Lessons in the Zoldyck household proved quite useful when it came to alchemy and potion theory.

However, how he would do in the actual magic field, he didn't know.

Currently, Allen was sitting in Trein's history class. Professor Trein walked into class with Professor Crewel by his side. The two had a serious look on their faces, as always.

"Alright puppies! We're starting off with ancient runes. And yes, I am co-teaching with Trein in this unit." Professor Crewel told the class, his eyes wandered from student to student till they landed on Allen and the student in front of him

Crewel and Trein both spent some time explaining how ancient runes worked and what they were.

"Ancient runes are symbols that can be written in different shapes. Each rune has its own incantation, so when a mage chooses to use runes to perform magic, they must know what incantations match each rune. Mages can create runes or use already created runes to perform spells, however, rune magic is stronger when the person who created it chants the incantation and the spell."

Crewel paused, eyeing Trein and silently motioning for him to continue with the assignment. Trein cleared his throat and spoke to the class with Lucius resting in his arms.

"For this assignment, you'll have to be in groups of 2 or 3. You will be in charge of creating your own rune. Each person must present their rune in class, explain what symbols were used and what the rune does. Then, they must incant the rune. Your grade will be based on your presentation, but 80% of it is whether or not the rune successfully works."

"You may now—" Crewel checked his watch, "—for the last 5 minutes of class, pick your groups."

With that, Crewel and Trein dismissed their students to chatter amongst themselves and pick their groups.

Allen however, had no idea what to do.

He did not know anyone in this class, neither had he made any new friends in his classes either. Sometimes he wished the teacher had just picked random pairs so he wouldn't seem lonely.

You could ask the pretty teacher to do the assignment alone

Allen shook his head at that, not paying attention to Nanika's description for Crewel-sensai. If I ask to work alone, then I might not finish the assignment, the professors wouldn't make us choose partners if they thought we could handle the assignment by ourselves. While the boy was talking to Nanika in his mind, a certain red-head beside him was also pondering who to partner with in the assignment.

The red-head, Riddle Rosehearts, considered his options, choose other people in the class that would most likely just slow him down with their uselessness, or partner with the boy next to him who seemed to be in the same dilemma, and looked less incompetent than the others.

The Heartslabyul prefect opted for the latter.

Riddle turned to the boy with the headband next to him. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Would you like to be partners for the project?" His stern eyes scrutinized the blue-eyed boy as if daring him to be fool enough to refuse.

He was Riddle Rosehearts after all, prefect of Heartslabyul, there was no way that an Ignihyde student wouldn't want to be partnered with him on an academic project. Being with him would guarantee the boy a perfect A on the assignment.

"Sure," Allen said, a little too curtly than he'd intended, but oh well.

Allen, who hadn't picked up on the pride in Riddle's voice, thought a marvelous opportunity had been given to him. Now he would be spared the embarrassment of being partnered with the last person left in the classroom. He was truly grateful to this Riddle person, perhaps he'd misjudged him earlier.

"Ah, in case you forgot, my name is Allen Zilck," he told the red-head, politely introducing himself again. Hopefully this way the boy would take the hint and also say his name.

Allen may or not have forgotten the red-head's name.

I don't get good vibes from him

You judge everyone Nanika, 

Allen sweatdropped. According to Nanika, he was completely unreliable when it came to making 'friends' because he had a terrible judge of character.

Which was completely not true, because he was an assassin. Assassins had to have impeccable sense of character so they didn't get misled by someone.

You just don't get it

Allen ignored her.

"The name's Riddle Rosehearts, and do remember it, I'm not fond of nicknames." Riddle internally shuddered as he thought of a certain Octavinelle student's insufferable pet-name for him.

The bell rang, signalling it was time for the next class.

Riddle got up and grabbed his books, he wouldn't want to be late to his next class, Allen followed suit.

Riddle handed Allen a piece of paper, "This is my number, we can use our phones to communicate outside of class," Allen took the paper from the boy, muttering a small thank you.

OMG I got someone's number!!! I made my first friend—wait, this does mean we're friends right? But assassins can't have friends, that's what Illumi said.......you know what, screw Illumi. I'm friends with this tiny boy!! 

Somehow I knew you'd react like this, this is what happens when little humans are deprived of love and affection as children

"Do not send me any unnecessary things, or I'll have your head," the red-head warned, though he could tell that the headband boy—Allen—wouldn't do so. Allen dismissed the threat however.

Allen grabbed his books, keeping Riddle's number in a safe pocket, and walked out of the classroom, with Riddle by his side.

"What is your next class?" Allen asked the shorter male out of curiosity. Riddle was clearly a second year, and since he was put into advanced classes, he might see Riddle more often. Not that he wanted to, it would just be nice to see a familiar face.

Allen totally didn't want to be in the same classes as Riddle, he totally wasn't going to be disappointed when Riddle ultimately had to go to a different class. Allen was NOT attached to this boy–however cute or pretty he might be.

Nanika, hovering beside Allen as she saw him follow Riddle like a small puppy in love, shook her head in disappointment. At least if Allen was going to fall in love with a boy from this school, it should've been someone who looked tall enough to pass the "you must be this tall to ride the roller coaster" sign at amusement parks.

She sighed, after years of Allen being deprived of affection by his family, it was no wonder his standards were so low that he'd so quickly become fond of a munchkin. She would have to keep an eye on the tiny brat.

She'd looked at Allen and the Riddle boy walking along side one another to their next class, which, much to Allen's blatant joy, was together.

Nanika once again closely inspected Riddle.......and she sighed again.

You have such terrible taste in boys Ally