𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

TWENTY-FIVE
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Zumi and Suna walked along the halls of the second-year halls with each of them staying silent, though the atmosphere that surrounded them was anything but uncomfortable or awkward. Their eyes trained around the colorful decorations that entered their fields of vision with Zumi occasionally admiring the other works of fellow artists.

Their feet soon came to an abrupt stop when they approached the room that was on the very end of the hall. There was a sign hung right beside the light-brown door saying 'Class 2-1' and its windows were lined with black lines to emphasize the color scheme that they went for.

As they entered inside, there were plastic tables that were covered with white cloth and red linens. Her eyes widen in amazement when she sees a makeshift chandelier hung on their ceiling which she guessed was made from cardboard, gold paint, and jewel stickers.

"Woah, your class really went all out." Zumi mumbles absentmindedly in the middle of her daze. She turns her head to where Suna was supposed to be standing but realized that he wasn't there – her heart almost leaped out of her chest, thinking that she was left in a place where she was not familiar with a sea of bustling students.

Suna comes back and stands in front of Zumi with a piece of white cloth hung on his arm as he stood up straighter. A cheeky smile appears on his face before giving her a wink and short bow then says, "Allow me take you to your seat, Miss Hoga."

She froze in her place, planting her feet firmly against the tiled floors of their classroom while he stared at him in surprise. Her lips parted as he grabbed her left arm and link it with his right, leading her to the table located on the very side. Once they reach the table, he pulls the chair and places the table napkin over her lap before going over to his seat.

She bit her lip nervously and averted her gaze to the daisies that were placed inside a vase at the center of their table. Her hand reached up to touch its soft buds, running her fingers down over its white petals before trailing towards the pollen – a smile flits across her lips and felt the sudden urge to sketch it. She looks back up to look at Suna who had his chin pressed over his hand and was already staring at her before averting her gaze.

"What's with all this, Rin?" She asks, rubbing her hands together while she stole glances from him.

He gives her a nonchalant shrug in return then say, "Consider this as an unofficial date." His gaze wavers when he sees the look of contemplation on her face. He pursed his lips uncomfortably when her intense gaze now bores onto his face.

Shit, am I being too forward?

He mentally braces himself when she begins to open her mouth to answer, "Okay, but can I choose the next destination?"

Zumi's face turns from a blank expression to one of excitement when she perks up on her chair, clasping her hand together with a grin – he immediately releases a sigh of relief.

"Okay, where do you want to go?" He asks, crossing his arms and now leaning back comfortably against his seat.

"I heard there was a horror booth in the first-years. I was planning to visit it though I didn't have anyone go with a while ago, but now I do." She smiles.

His face pales.

-o-

The pair now stood in front of one of the classrooms in the first-year wing. The walls of the exteriors were decorated with a lot of black crepe paper to emphasize dark their theme – which was horror house. They did quite an adorable job on the application in Zumi's opinion, with cotton-like material scattered around to serve as cobwebs and had multiple toy spiders as well as other insects surrounding it.