cupid ; genshin (mini tagalog series!)

scaramouche (1) ; ligaya

now playing - ligaya by eraserheads

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"gagawin ko ang lahat, pati ang thesis mo."

"ha...? scara, highschool pa lang tayo. wala pa tayong thesis,"

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wherein your agressive and extroverted yet secretly shy class president tries everything to get your attention; well, everything but a direct confession. he's too prideful for that.

warning ; the following story is in taglish (tagalog + english)

tagalog na scara fic para sa bayan 🔥🔥🔥🔥 /j

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you sit on your wooden classroom chair, silently answering your worksheets. it was a hot almost-summer morning, the teachers leaving everyone in the classroom to answer math worksheets. it was silent, everyone focused on their paper.

"uy, psst. (y/n), pakopya. dali, diba magaling ka sa math?"

your seatmate, itto, calls on you. you sigh heavily, side-eyeing him.

"hindi ako magaling sa math," you reply, despite having already half of the worksheet finished. wala ka lang talaga sa mood magpakopya ngayon.

"weh? tingin nga?"

itto forcefully stretches his neck to take a peek, his squinted eyes scanning your paper. but he was suddenly slapped by piles of worksheet atop his head.

"aray!" he complains, retracting back to his seat. sinamaan niya ng tingin yung mga papel that hit his head, frowning.

scaramouche looms over itto's seated figure, eyebrows raised.

"yan, tangina mo. di nag-aaral," scaramouche sneers, whilst itto frowns at him.

"damot! at least ako nainom ng gatas, heh."

"oh tapos?" scaramouche replies, unfazed. "pake ko. wag mo nga guluhin si (y/n),"

"okay, si childe na lang?"

"tangina mo, bahala ka nga jan. wag ka maingay,"

"hmp, palamurang president. ang galing din eh, sana pala di na kita binoto! sana pala pinangalan mo sa pangangampanya mo, bongbong scara!" itto angrily replies. your other classmates laugh at his remarks, including you.

your class president walks away with a sigh, too unbothered to even stop itto from his stupid antics. itto nga naman, you think to yourself.

after a while, you finally finish your worksheet. you walk upfront with your paper, the room now fairly noisy since most of them were finished.

"tapos na ko," you announce, trying to catch scaramouche's attention.

"edi lagay mo jan," he answers on instinct, but he freezes when he realizes it was you.

you stare back at him for a few moments, making him nervous. did he offend you? was he too harsh?

much to his surprise, you chuckled at his remark.