Two Classrooms. Two lovers.

Chapter 25

Summary of previous chapter:

Isuju returned to Class A and also found out the reason why the principal tampered with her exam results to help her enter Class A was because he now wants to get rid of Subeta. Also, Asano wants to confess because Isuju is taking too long to.

AND IN MY OPINION I THINK THE END OF THIS CHAPTER IS GONNA BE SUPER AJDBJANSBJA

And no one probably still reads this but I want to say smth.

I've decided that I'm no longer writing for comments or for votes. I'm gonna wrote because I enjoy writing itself.

So I hope you enjoy this chapter :D

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"God dammit," Isuju muttered under her breath as she stared at her workings for the mole question on her paper. Not that she hated the chapter, but one small mistake could make an entire page of workings useless. The paper had already been vandalised with slashed marks from blue ink, force wore the paper out.

"What's wrong?" Asano peered over at her messy worksheet that was torn at the edges from her frustration.

"The question needs me to find the concentration of hydrochloric acid, to do that I need the volume of it, but I can't get it, and the numbers don't make sense, how the hell is the molar mass of Iron 26?" She said as she dug her hand into her hair, flipping to the periodic table at the same time," Iron is 56- shit I saw the wrong number."

She groaned in frustration, letting out a raspy and deep moan that erupted from her throat. Careless mistakes seldom happened, but when they do for her, they can make a white piece of plain paper turn torn and tattered and blue, sometimes black.

"You seldom make careless mistakes, is something on your mind?" Asano scanned her work.

"I just- For example- Like-" Her words were choppy and she often took them back to rephrase a sentence that was never formed.

"There's so many things on my mind, like how Subeta wants drama and can't stop letting people in her panties, how Kaneki is nearby and I can't run away from him, and how Subeta doesn't want to date you anymore and is changing her route for Karma," she spun her pen between her nimble fingers, it danced on her petite hands and slithered between the gaps.

"And what am I studying for? Exams are over, I want a break, either bury my head in sand or just relax, but I can't," Isuju ranted, showing her frustration through the anger and tire her words had held.

Asano's tongue played with his sharp canines in his mouth as they injected thinking juice into himself, while thinking of a way to make her happier. He glanced at the clock in the empty classroom, 3 p.m.

"Pack your things, let's go out," Asano said," I'm starting to get bored too, let's go somewhere."

"Where to?" She said as she watched him pack her stuff for her, mostly brain dead from the past two hours of Chemistry.

"You'll see, I haven't been your friend all these years for nothing," Asano slung both their bags over his shoulders.

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They boarded a bus that led them towards the city. The bus ride was pretty much normal, other than the fact that it was Asano's first time, and he was disgusted at some trash he found stuck at the inner seats of the bus. And also other than the fact that there was a scarred man who sat on the seat in front of them.

"Children, let me tell you stories, ones that you haven't heard before," he turned around and said to them, body tilted sideways so that he could properly talk.