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AS Y/N HAD WALKED INTO HER 4TH PERIOD CLASS, she felt a mix of boredom. It was the middle of the school year, and she never looked forward going to this period, it was her most disliked class she had. Moving through the rows of desks, she found her assigned seat next to a girl with mint green hair, named Haypasia. Y/n smiled and greeted her seatmate, not wanting to seem rude.
Settling into her seat, Y/n began unpacking her bags, taking out her notebooks and textbooks for the class. She glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights and faces. Just as she was about to fully immerse herself in the science class, there was a knock on the classroom door that caught everyone's attention.
Curiosity piqued, Y/n turned her head to see a white-haired boy standing at the entrance. The teacher opened the door and the boy asked for Y/n specifically. Confusion furrowed her brow as she wondered who this boy was and what he wanted with her. Reluctantly, she gathered her things and stepped out of the classroom, giving a sheepish smile to her seatmate before closing the door behind her.
Finally face-to-face with the boy who had pulled her out of class, Y/n's eyes widened in surprise as she realized it was her best friend, Cyno. A wide grin spread across her face, and she immediately rushed forward to give him a tight hug.
"Cyno! What are you doing here?" Y/n exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine joy. "I thought you had barely any time to hangout with me because Your work on student council? I mean, you are pres after all.
Cyno chuckled and ruffled Y/n's hair playfully. "I didn't, but I wanted to surprise you," he replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I missed my best friend too much to stay away for long."
Y/n beamed, feeling a rush of happiness flood her senses. She couldn't believe Cyno had gone through all this trouble just to see her. They had been inseparable since childhood, constantly embarking on adventures and making unforgettable memories together. The prospect of having him back in her life filled her with a sense of comfort and familiarity.
With arms linked, Y/n and Cyno walked down the school hallway, catching up on each other's lives and sharing stories of their time apart. It felt like no time had passed at all; their bond was as strong as ever. As they headed towards Cyno's own private office, Y/n knew deep in her heart that having Cyno pick her up from science class so she didn't have to go was the best surprise she could have asked for.
As Cyno and Y/n entered the office, Cyno's gentlemanly nature shone through as he pulled out a chair for Y/n to sit beside him. Y/n smiled gratefully and took her seat, feeling the warmth of this small gesture. They both settled down, and a comfortable silence enveloped them for a moment before they dove into their usual lively conversations.
"So, Y/n," Cyno began, his voice tinged with mischief, "the age-old question: apple juice or orange juice? Which one do you think is better?"
Y/n chuckled, knowing that Cyno always had a knack for starting quirky conversations. "Well, Cyno, I have to say, I'm on team apple juice. The sweetness and crispness just can't be beaten."
Cyno raised an eyebrow, pretending to ponder the choice. "Interesting, but I have to respectfully disagree. Orange juice wins for me because of the tanginess and refreshing taste. Plus, it's great for Vitamin C or whatever."
Before Cyno could fully express his love for orange juice, their conversation was abruptly interrupted by one of the office staff members walking into the room. A hint of panic flashed across both Y/n and Cyno's faces as they realized they couldn't be caught in the office without a legitimate reason.
Quick on his feet, Cyno subtly stood up and greeted the staff member with a polite smile. "Oh, excuse me. I have an appointment with Y/n. It's quite urgent, actually." His words flowed smoothly as he improvised.
The staff member eyed them curiously for a moment, then shrugged dismissively. "Alright, just make sure it doesn't take too long. We're quite busy here." With that, the staff member left the room, leaving Y/n and Cyno in a mixture of relief and amusement.
Y/n couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. "Phew, Cyno, that was a close call. Thank you for coming up with a quick save for us."
Cyno grinned, pride evident in his eyes. "Of course, Y/n. Friends have to watch out for each other, even in situations like this." He sat back down, and they both shared a moment of silent gratitude.
Once Cyno informed Y/n that he needed to grab a paper from the front desk, citing research on a student he had an appointment with, Y/n nodded understandingly and assured him it was fine. Cyno excused himself and left the office, leaving Y/n alone with a sense of curiosity lingering in her mind.
A couple of minutes passed, and Y/n found herself growing a bit bored. With a hint of mischief in her eyes, she quietly decided to delve into Cyno's desk, unable to resist her nosiness. The desk was filled with files on all the students in Akademiya, but it was the peculiar ones that caught her attention. She stumbled upon a file titled "Two Female Students, Arlecchino and Coloumbina Found Making Out in the Women's Restroom." Her eyes widened in surprise at the scandalous discovery, marveling at just how eventful school life could be.
As Y/n continued sifting through the files, her gaze landed on a document about her seatmate in fourth period, Haypasia. The revelation that Haypasia was the science teacher's daughter surprised Y/n, making her wonder about the dynamics within that family. But what truly caught her attention was Scaramouche's file.
Y/n's eyes scanned it carefully, noting the regular details such as his appearance and grades, but the fact that he consistently scored perfect grades intrigued her. It was unusual for someone with a reputation as a delinquent, and it piqued Y/n's interest.
After her adventure of nosing around Cyno's belongings, Y/n grew tired and decided to put everything back where it belonged. Just as she settled back into her seat, Cyno returned, carrying the paper he had been searching for. He explained that it took a bit longer than expected to find it, as it included a student identification number that he needed to cross-reference with their grades.
Y/n listened attentively, unable to hide her mischief-filled grin as she responded, "Well, it's a good thing you found it. I must admit, I got a little bored and decided to explore your desk while you were away."
Cyno chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Y/n, you never cease to surprise me. Did you find anything interesting?"
Y/n shrugged playfully. "Just a couple of scandalous stories and some intriguing details about our classmates. But hey, it's school gossip, right?"
They engaged in a few more conversations until Y/n noticed the time, realizing that they had unintentionally skipped fourth period altogether. With a sheepish smile, Y/n informed Cyno that she had to leave to make it to her sixth-period class on time.
Cyno nodded understandingly, a look of amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Well, I guess our reunion will have to end here. But don't worry Y/n, I'll be sure to pick you up from your 3rd period tomorrow so that you can skip it. I understand you don't like Computer sciences, especially with that crazy old lady as a teacher."
Y/n chuckled at Cyno's response, but then she had waved goodbye and hurried off to her next class, feeling both lucky and grateful to have a friend like Cyno.
As Y/n walked to the back of the school, where her sixth-period class was held, a wave of reluctance washed over her. The thought of going to class suddenly seemed unappealing. She found herself yearning for a break from the monotony, craving a moment of freedom. Without a second thought, she made a split-second decision to skip class and sought solace at the local park instead. With a burst of energy, she sprinted her way back to the school gates, trying to exit as discreetly as possible.
However, her attempt at secrecy was halted by the loud voice of a security guard yelling at her to stop right there. Forgetting all pretense, Y/n instinctively broke into a run, evading the pursuing guard. Finally, she reached the park and sought solitude beneath the comforting branches of the largest tree she could find. It was a magnificent cherry blossom tree, its beautiful petals gently floating down and adorning her hair. Y/n sat down beside it, resting her head against the tree bark, and reached into her bag to retrieve her neglected math homework from yesterday.
Unbeknownst to Y/n, a certain violet-haired boy was also lurking behind the same cherry blossom tree, also evading the confines of school. Scaramouche, having decided to skip class for the day as well, looked up to see Y/n engrossed in her studies beneath the enchanting tree. Curiosity sparked within him, and he called out her name from his hiding place.
"Y/n?" Scaramouche had huffed hesitantly.
Startled, Y/n looked up, her eyes widening when she noticed it was Scaramouche.
Intrigued, Y/n asked if Scaramouche was also skipping class, to which he nonchalantly replied in the affirmative. She then unabashedly admitted to doing the same. As Scaramouche inquired if he could sit beside her and hang out until school ended, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise mixed with delight. She jokingly teased him about wanting to spend time with her, fully expecting a lighthearted response in return.
However, to her astonishment, Scaramouche's response was unexpectedly cold and distant. His demeanor seemed to shift, leaving Y/n slightly perplexed by his abrupt change in tone.
Y/n sighed in frustration as she struggled with her math homework, feeling overwhelmed by the complexity of the problems. Deciding to seek Scaramouche's help, she turned to him with a pleading look and asked if he could assist her. Taking a moment to examine her work, he couldn't help but shake his head in amusement, realizing that she had been attempting to solve everything incorrectly. With a playful smirk, he gently snatched the pencil from her hand, teasingly remarking, "You were doing it all wrong. Looks like I'll have to take over."
Feeling a twinge of annoyance, Y/n replied, rubbing her hand slightly, "Ow... you could've just asked for it." Scaramouche nudged her shoulder with his elbow, his smirk widening as he retorted, "No, deal with it."
Not bothering to hide his mischievous nature, Scaramouche meticulously erased all of Y/n's incorrect answers and began redoing the questions for her. He made sure to check each step and solution with an application specifically designed to aid students majoring in mathematics. As he continued working, determined to help Y/n succeed, he couldn't help but notice her lack of response. Glancing beside him, he realized that Y/n had dozed off, her head now resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Surprised but oddly delighted, Scaramouche found himself enjoying the unexpected intimacy. With a soft smile, he admired Y/n's serene features as she slept peacefully. Without giving it much thought, he gently cradled her torso and head, carefully moving her to his lap, ensuring that she would have a more comfortable experience while resting.
In that moment, Scaramouche found himself appreciating Y/n's presence in his life, admiring her vulnerability and the trust she exhibited even in her sleep. He couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and protectiveness towards her, cherishing the preciousness of this unguarded moment as he quietly continued to finish her math homework, feeling an unexpected tenderness emanate within him.