𖥸ᭃ Probιᥒg ˎˊ˗

꒰1: Prᥱfᥲᥴᥱ꒱

Third Person P.O.V.
The lively classroom of class 1-B was filled with laughther and chit-chatting. Every student inside was friendly, kind and sometimes, can be assholes. But whatever. There, sat Hiroshi, at the very back of the room. It was currently free time, which means, they could do whatever they want. Hiroshi placed her earphones in her ears, obviously, and blasted some metal music shit. Her eyes landed on the window, the sky was a beautiful shade of light blue, the clouds looked fluffy, like always, and the birds flew past nearby trees. It was, overall, just a normal day at haneoka.

Hiroshi was just your everyday girl. Well, i guess. She's pessimistic, lazy, a bit rude, straightforward, and can be nice if she feels like it. Her parents were in america, so she dosen't get to spend time with them. She had a minimum amount of friends. Everyone in class pretty much ignored her, to which she was absolutely thankful for. She wasn't good with friendship crap, since she grew up with no friends, well, that's lie, since she has two, but whatever. She had the internet, and that's all she needed. Hiroshi slammed her face in her desk, feeling tired as fuck. Their sensei's were giving them all a shit ton amount of homework, and she just wanted to kermit.

While she was being a lazy emo ass, the pink haired male sighs as he stares at her with dreamy eyes. Magobei stared at the pink haired male with a smug look, as he nudges him.

"Hii-chan, are you okay? You've been staring at yoshikawa-san for a few minutes now." Magobe states, snapping Hiroji out of his thoughts.

"M-Magobe-kun!" Hiroji exclaims quietly, "B-Be quiet! She might overhear!"

"Hehehe, sorry." The ivory blonde male says, his smirk not leaving his face. Hiroji wouldn't admit it to anybody, but even if he didn't, it would be plainly obvious that he had feelings for the unmotivated hiroshi yoshikawa. His friends such as Magobe, Tokichiro, Tsukasa & Raichi were of course confused. Hiroji was into cute, sweet and optimistic girls, this information being obvious, since he had stated to like girls with these traits. But Hiroshi? She was the exact opposite of those things. Which confused them, not only that, but the pink haired male looked like he was being serious into asking the blunette to be his girlfriend. The five were childhood friends, and they were supposed to help each other out. So the four of them definitely needed to snap Hiroji out of his thoughts. He can't really be serious about genuinely liking hiroshi, right? If they two of them got together, Hiroji would have less time for them. And the band. Which scared them, just a little bit.

"Hiroji..hey, no offense, yeah? But i just–no we wanted to ask something." Tokichiro says quietly, Tsukasa and Magobe were beside him, as they huddled up in the pink haired male's chair. Hiroji stared at them confusingly.

"What do you see in yoshikawa-san? I mean–we're just curious. You've been talking about her for weeks now." Tsukasa asks, staring at Hiroji with a nervous expression.

Hiroji sighs, smiling dreamily. "What do i see in her? Everything."

"That's not–"

The door opens slowly as their professor enters, the students rushed back to their seats, and so did Magobe, who sat on his chair faster than the speed of light, while Tsukasa nearly triped. Hiroshi opened her eyes and lifted her head up, her eyes widened to see the teacher adjusting some papers. She quickly placed her phone and earbuds on her bag. She did NOT want detention. It's the last thing she wanted in this cruel ass world.

She and the rest of the students stood up and greeted the teacher in sync. Please, no more homework.