" FUCK, MARRY, KILL " [MEWGULF]

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It was boring hot summer day at school. Mew's class was having a gym class and they needed to run 5 times around the running tracks. The students groaned and faked cried, he's got to be kidding. Those gym teachers' bastards, always thinking their students has a degree in athlete shit or something.

They all ran their laps, clearly being tired after the first half.

Despite the sudden change in Mew appearance and character, it doesn't mean people at school won't fawn over his hot bod. They all screamed when Mew lifted up his shirt to wipe his sweat, or when Mew takes a sip from his water bottle and the water drip down his neck. They were obsessed of him.

Gulf wasn't too happy about it; he was sitting on the bleachers instead of joining his classmates investigating some plants. He loved biology class, but only when it talked about the human body. He doesn't give two shits about plants; a plant is a plant. He clicked his tongue when he sees the amount of people cheering Mew on while he was running; they could see the dreamy eyes in some of these girls.

He was also shocked seeing Ms. Wang was also staring at Mew.

"That bitch doesn't back off does she?" Gulf hissed, Mild who was busy taking notes glanced towards the lightly younger cousin.

"Hm?" Mild lifted his head and traced his eyes where Gulf's gaze landed at. "Who? Ms. Wang?"

"Yeah, isn't fucking with a student illegal or something?" Gulf's eyebrows furrowed and tapped his fingers in agitation. Mild saw the gesture and patted his shoulder lightly; Gulf often worries about stuff that isn't needed. When Bright said Gulf needed therapy he couldn't be more conceded.

"Aw, c'mon Gulf. I'm pretty sure it's nothing!" Mild soothes Gulf's hot heart, "maybe she just has a motherly figure!"

As if with those lustful gaze.

Gulf rolled his eyes and kept on staring at the seniors who was still 'enjoying' their gym class. Mild snorted when some students were as pale as a ghost. They groaned and whined, begging that Mr. Boat—their gym teacher, to cut them off some slack. But knowing Mr. Boat he won't give a damn, sitting down with his MARS chocolate bar, he only acted as a gym coach. But deep down Gulf knows he's a beer slob that still sleeps in his mother's basement despite being over thirty years old.

Gulf stared at the blue sky above; it was empty and high with no clouds. He hears the chirp of summer bugs that was scattered around the messy garden of their school; he remembered back then when they planted multiple flowers in pots only to die the next day. He didn't know why they died; Gulf didn't like biology in the first place remember?

His eyes lingered toward a particular male. Mew looked a bit tan under the sunlight this afternoon, albeit he was considered in the light-skinned Asian spectrum, right now his skin glistened with a honey melanin beauty. Gulf wondered how on earth he looked so damn fine in every situation possible.

"WATCH OUT! OH MY GOD!!" Gulf perked his head up and so does other few of his classmates; they searched for the sound source and saw that the seniors were huddling up into one spot in the running track. A girl had just passed out because of the intense heat the summer bring; some of the boys and girls carried her into the infirmary. Some did just tag along to avoid from running anymore.

The coach resumed their laps, shouting "scram!" or "go on then!" Gulf scoffed at his orders, as if he would actually do his job correctly.

When the ruckus has subdued, the pupils continued on with their separate studies. At some point, Gulf's class went back inside leaving the field area. Despite his wishes on staying a bit longer—because of Mew—he was relieved that they finally able to feel the fresh cool temperature in the building.