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An honor student means having an almost perfect score, having an exceptional sense of intelligence and being dependable when it comes to group activities. You are one of them. The smartest kids in class. It's not a thing you go around and brag to those not your level. You study because it's one step to reach your future goals and how you do today determines what you would be in the future. However, time came for your grades to deteriorate. It wasn't as bad as a failing grade. For an honor student, it's just out of the norm. You hated labels, losing your so called title whatsoever, but the teachers all told you to do something about it or you'll be left behind. Tsukishima Kei. Epitome of archenemy. The four-eyed guy from Class 1-4 who always sits by the window, smart, blonde, tactically brooding and tall. Clearly he wasn't the type to compete, but the jerk smirk with boastful pride when he knew of your unpleasant situation for his instincts are stronger than a woman's. You knew you needed help. Pressure's starting to build up in your chest, heck you shouldn't lose your standing. Only one person could, and the fact that it's someone like Tsukishima just mortifies you to death. "Let me guess, you need my help?," he had a smug look on his pretty face. Golden eyes bored into yours, taking in your sight and sucking out your soul. You knew by then. The path you took led to hell.
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