Third Person's POV
Come on already, (Y/N) angrily thought as she tapped hard on her pencil, almost breaking it after monotonously looking at the clock again...and again...and again. She couldn't take it anymore. As Mr. Corbo, the teacher, droned on, her thoughts ravaged in her mind, threatening to go screaming out of her mouth. Asriel and Frisk sat next to her on both sides, both impatient as well. Stupid teacher droning on, Frisk banged on the desk in front of him angrily, wanting so much to just speed up time right there. "Just because it's the end of the year, doesn't mean that you can just stop working." Mr. Corbo said, breaking both (Y/N)'s and Frisk's thoughts, making every one groan in agony as he passed out dozens of sheets. "Heh, I knew that's how you'd react to some regular ol' school work. But, I'm giving you this free time to actually do something in the last minutes of the year."
"What's this supposed to be??" A fellow classmate, Mary, yelled out. "This is just a blank sheet of paper!"
"Exactly." The teacher agreed, a smile appearing on his face. "But it's not going to be like that for the remainder of the period."
Everyone on the room at that moment had tilted their head, confused by his words. What is he talking about, (Y/N) asked herself, tapping her chin in thought. "Okay okay, I confused you, alright? Don't look at me with that expression on your face," He sighed, turning 180 degrees to face his class. "I want you guys to think of what you can do with this paper. You can fold it...or, you can draw what's on your mind. Try and create something!"
Some people, completely unaffected by what he said, just groaned again, banging their heads on their desk or tapping their pencils louder. The others just complied, smiling with what ideas they had in their head. "Oh, what are you going to do," (Y/N) overheard someone say excitedly. "I'm probably going to draw something from Kirby, you?"
"Oh, same. I'm gonna draw Meta Knight for my friend!"
"Cool! Tell me when you're done! I really wanna see it!"
(Y/N) tapped on her paper angrily, frustrated with her current art and writers block preventing her from drawing or writing anything. I hate these things, you complained in your head, on the verge of tearing the paper and breaking the pencil. She stood up in anger, the chair squeaking against the friction from the cold, hard floor. I could draw other things, like video game things, or YouTubers. Ack, I can't pick. Stupid Mr. Corbo, why would he do such a thing. Ugh, he's lost his top place in the top teachers..."Hey, Earth to (Y/N). Psst, Houston, we have a problem. My girlfriend is not responding." A familiar voice spoke to her, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Oh, now I got you~"
She felt someone wrap their arms around her, tightening around her waist. "Heh, did that work, or are you still arguing in your head about what the heck to do?" Asriel chuckled, hugging her tighter.
"O-Oh, Azzy." (Y/N) blushed and smiled, burying her face in his chest. "Heh, why'd you always do that, making me blush with your hugs and all. It's embarrassing!"
"Well, how else was I supposed to snap you out of your trance?" He grinned at her, kissing her neck before letting her go. "Come on, this is supposed to be a laid back day, and you're stressing out. I don't want you to stress out, you've got a lot on your plate so...why not let it go with a little game?"
"What would that be?" She replied, tilting her head in the way she usually does when she's confused. "We still have to do the assignment though..."
"Oh yeah, but still." Asriel, looking to (Y/N), smirked, walking back to his seat right next to her. "It'll be this lunch time, just...be ready for some inappropriate things..."
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