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Thought of the day
Oxygen had a threesome with 2 Hydrogen and they got wet together and saved us all
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wolfie hayashi's french accent was so bad it made me want to cry.
by the time he was doing his oral presentation, it was common knowledge the male had asked masumi to help him with the subject. in vain, of course – despite his middle name, takete was as much french as hanoka and ayaka were straight.
sometimes i listen to wolfie talking and wonder what the actual hell is going on inside his peanut-sized brain. no, i'm not being mean – i guarantee the reason behind my doubt is plausible, and not a mere whim caused by his awful pronunciation. i don't dislike wolfie, i really don't - he's nice and all, a bit of a crackhead.. but i mean.. how much clearer could sensei have made it? the presentation was supposed to be about a period of french history.
i fail to understand how the man understood he was expected to talk about godzilla.
i reclined in my chair nonetheless, letting my ears suffer while the selenographer muttered his barely incomprehensible speech. the teacher sat in silence, just as perplexed as any of his students.
wolfie stood proudly in front of the class, content by having been able to splutter completely the memorized text.
the teacher stood next to the werewolf, staring at him no differently than if he were a 10000 piece puzzle. ❝wolfie-kun.. comprendez-vous ce que vous avez fait incorrectement? ❞
the brunette shrugged and blurted what he thought to have been a proper answer - ❝ conséquentment. ❞
meanwhile, in the very back of the classroom, murmurs flew around and giggles didn't stay concealed in between young lips.
adrian buried his face between the bony hands of a pastry cook. ❝ there is nothing worse than hearing people attempt to sound intelligent by using lengthy words and misusing them. ❞
akane leaned back on her chair, biting the tip of her pencil. she lifted her brow in pretense nonchalance. ❝ i completely photosynthesize with this. ❞
adrian's face twisted in disgust. ❝ i'll pretend i didn't hear that so that we can still be friends. ❞
the brunette shrugged and went back to doodling volley balls and bunnies in her notebook. ❝ i'm happy with that. ❞
to think those 16-year-old punks were actually geniuses in their fields was a concept I could never grasp.
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