Why R U: SaintZee Reimagined

Memory 12

The two boys were distracted by the Second year students who were wearing colored trunks from their fun tag game. It's the year second's swimming subject already, yet a pair of boys in white uniform was still in the pool giving each other a blow of water.

Suddenly, a long whistle disturbed the noisy play of the two freshmen by the year two's PE instructor who lost his patient.

Upon hearing this whistle, the boys flinched. Their then-fun laughter troubled into shame as it crept towards their cheeks, making them blush.

The only one that the second-year students were focusing on was Ten. Ten's wet body made the male students wonder why the coolest guy on the campus was there with a stranger in their eyes.

It's known that Ten's just a freshman, but that hasn't fogged up his fame. When he crossed the campus' line that divides the high school and college, everyone got overly excited in meeting him. A handful of clubs instantly offered him a spot in their offices, but Ten neglected all of them, except for the Music club.

To San's innocence, he accidentally had driven himself towards the middle of the freshmen's popular groups--the Zen and Ten twins.

Ten's gang is made of popular band members while Zen's is of the most influential and good looking students; but San wasn't aware of any of it, yet.

"Let's go dry ourselves." Ten offered him a hand. Still wet in his uniform, San reached for Ten's slippery hand and they both walked out of the pool room.

The two trod back out of the building with their white tops hanging on their firm shoulders. Ten's red-highlighted hairs kept drawn back with the continuous brushing by his hands. He even played with San's hair every time he saw San looking at him, bewildered.

"Where should we go?" San finally asked when they were already in the middle of the grounds.

"To the Music room, is it okay? We have a bathroom there, so we could dry ourselves."

"How about these?" San raised his wet top.

"Let's just wait 'til they dry."

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The music room was deserted when they got there.

The Music club room was, you guessed it right, a Music room. Its walls were painted with aquamarine blue wallpapers. Various kinds of instruments littered the floor, which Ten immediately kept in the closets on the far wall of the Music room. On one side of the room was a small stage that looked like been designed for mini jamming sessions.

Ten took a quick shower first then San had his turn next.

"Why's your hair that long?" Ten asked, noticing San's long hair as San was damping his hair with the towel that Ten offered him. Ten's hair was already back to its spiky look, he was sitting with a guitar clutched in his hands beside San inside the music room.

"Long story, you won't get it." San answered.

'"Do I also need a long story just to make my hair grow that long?"

"Nope."

"Come on, tell me. We're waiting for our shirts to dry anyway" Ten insisted, leaning against San's back.

"It's weird. You'll just laugh at me."

"I won't" Ten promised, raising his right hand.

"Okay. Okay. Would you believe that I was rich?" San started.

"No. " Ten answered honestly to which he got a hit from San on the head.

"I thought you wanna hear my story?!" San hit Ten's head gently.