ZoroMiku Oneshots!

Rain, Rain, Go Away

High School AU

Note: "Hanako-san of the toilet" is the ghost of a young girl who haunts the third stall of the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

This oneshot will be told through the PoV of Miku and Zorome, indicated by their name on top.

That's pretty much it, read on!
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||Miku||

On my way to the classroom for the last period, I pass by a very familiar sight, a boy swarmed by loud girls. He gained his fame like any popular kid in any high school setting-through his looks and confidence.

"What an airhead." I scoff. I think it's incredibly useless. Zorome is the guy girls want and boys want to be.

"Miku! There you are!" Kokoro, my best friend runs after me from behind.

"Hi."

"There's gonna be a high chance of rain today, and it seems you didn't bring an umbrella." She says. "And sadly, I haven't brought one too."

"Ah, I guess we'll need to share an umbrella with someone later."

The train station is roughly a 5-minute walk from the school, I'm not interested in catching a cold by getting drenched in the rain.

The last class we're having today is Science. And unfortunately, my partner is Zorome.

I just realized that was the reason why a lot of people, particularly girls, were giving me menacing stares, obviously out of jealousy.

I entered the lab, sitting next to the boy, while others stare at him from afar.

Later, the class begins and the teacher gives us instructions to follow. Zorome and I are balancing the work with each other and, surprisingly, he's doing well.

"Hey, aren't you going to say something?" He arches his eyebrows.

Typical of him to do that. He just wants attention. "What's there to say?"

He looked a bit shocked to see a girl not to be interested in talking to him.

About an hour passed, and everyone is finished. Our teacher grades the projects and has them put aside.

"I will be back after a few minutes. Please behave." The door clicked shut.

As always, once a teacher's away, the students will play.

Quite literally.

The entire room began filling up with laughter and chatter, when Zorome pulled out a basketball from his bag, began spinning it on his finger and doing other tricks, much to the amusement of the class, except for me, of course.

"Hahah, enjoying the show?" He smirks.

Then, the ball falls on our desk, causing the random items to clatter, to bounce once again to the nearby counter, which holds containers holding some of the projects, then toppling over a collection of books which, like dominos, fall on each other, making their combined force and weight push the container's contents to spill out.

As the basketball rolls to my feet, I pick it up and at that moment, the teacher returns.

"Who did this?!" She shouts.

Everyone points their fingers at the direction of my partner and I.

I point at Zorome. "He started it!"

"I'm having none of it." The woman declared. "The both of you stay and clean all of this up!"

He gives me a look that a six-year old would give to someone, along with his tongue sticking out.