Mcyt One Shots

Project - Ranboo

Requested by GabyChanfofis

Your POV

School has started not too long ago. But it was a new school. Well, for me. I had to move because of family stuff so now I'm in a completely different town with completely different people than before. Not that I was "well known" at my old school, I had a small group of friends and that was all that I needed. Others liked be because I was really smart and would answer questions the teacher asked so the teacher wouldn't call on others. I helped the other students who weren't able to focus in class or had a hard time understanding the concept.

I liked it. Now, I don't know if the students here will be the same. What if I'm just average? What if I'm the one that needs the help? I could already tell by the design and everything that this school is a bigger deal than my last one. I've been here for about 2 weeks and that's it, I'm not with the program yet of all the other students.

The teacher walks in, wearing their glasses as usual and quiets the class down. I didn't even realize how much noise they were making, I was zoned out of my thoughts. The teacher continues to do quick attendance before class officially starts. She does this everyday and I always end up hearing a new name. There aren't even any new students. I'm the newest at the moment. At least I think I am, in this class. I don't know- the school is pretty big.

"Okay class, a couple weeks ago I warned you guys of a big upcoming project. You will need a partner in order to complete this project correctly." She starts off as she puts her attendance clipboard away on her desk. Instantly, my heart speeds up. What project? I wasn't here for that, was I? Does she not remember the new student? Me. What am I supposed to do?

I glance around the classroom, of course every student seems to be unfazed by her announcement. This is why I hate moving. I hate moving schools even more. I don't get a warning like eveyone else does. I haven't felt this left out in actual years, guess when that was. At the beginning of my last school since it moved from elementary to highschool level. See? Just history repeating itself. I should've been prepared for it. All I can do is raise my hand and ask, and that's what I did.

"Yes.. (Y/n)?"
"Yeah, that's me. I'm new here so I don't know much about this project."
"Just ask one of your classmates to be your partner and they'll explain it to you better after I'm done teaching."

I shut up and pick at my pants from under my desk, pulling on the fabric between my fingers. I don't have any friends yet.. who would want to be my partner when they already have friends to fill in that role. Does she actually think every new student is going to be the center of attention and make friends with eveyone they meet? That just doesn't make any sense.

"As all of you know, it's a presentation of an old english reading. You have the option of choosing whatever book or reading you shall do your presentation on. Now why you need a partner is because you will be acting out the protagonist and the antagonist in the story." She continues on, getting me more and more lost and behind on the directions. I don't have any friends and I definitely don't have a partner for this. I don't even read that often, only the textbooks the school provides us for studies. Other than that, I'm not a big reader. Especially older books.

"Any questions?" The teacher pops up, and scans the room for any raised hands. When none shoot up, she continues. "No one? Okay then, I'm sure you all already have your partner chosen as you eye your best friend across the classroom. We can see that, you know. I'll be walking around the classroom and marking down the pairs. By the end of class, you should have your partner and the reading you have chosen. Good luck guys, we won't spend every day in class on this so choose someone you can contact out of school."

If this wasn't scary enough, it just got a lot worse. This is a big grade and I have no one to do it with. My nerves spike up as I see her already talking with my classmates in the same aisle as me. I guess she's going from left to right then. There's only five students before me. My social anxiety kicks in just thinking about having to talk to teacher. I'm usually comfortable around teachers because they're adults and are mature enough to not judge their students. The students who make it their goal to tuin your day with just a comment. 'Lucky me.'

Two students later and she's rather quickly making her way to me already. Everyone around me already seems to have a partner and discussing their ideas. My neighbor bolts across the room to another student, they seemed close. Two boys yelling their names at each other, it's quite cute honestly. I adore friendships like those, I had one like that before I moved. His name was Purpled.

Now, when I look to the seat behind.. he isn't there. Somone else is. I don't notice how they also seem to be sitting alone, flicking their pencil as their eyes wander everywhere along the room. Their brown hair curls over their eyes, hiding them from being clearly seen. Only when they snap back infront of them staring into mine, I turn back to the front. I play with my hands as they get sweaty, from missing my best friend and the anxiety of having to potentially pair up with a classmate that also doesn't have a partner. I hate it.

Speaking of, here it comes. The teacher takes another step and they're infront of me with their clipboard in hand and pen in the other. I could see names paired with another from the students she just talked with. She writes mine down and looks to me, asking with her eyes as I already know what she's going to ask, "who's your partner?"

"Uhm.."
"I'm her partner."

The voice comes from behind me, the same kid who also sat alone. The desk next to them empty without a chair, having it been used for another pair to talk together. I glance at him and he smiles at me, making me flustered from the embarrassment. Before I know, the teacher walks away like nothing happened and interviews the next student on their partner. This time, I actually have one.

He gets up from his seat and brings his chair over to my desk. He has to scoot it back when he realizes he needs more leg room. I wasn't paying attention to his height, I was still shocked over his kindness.

"Hey, I noticed you were also alone so I thought 'why not' before she paired us up anyway. There being no other students alone, we had to work together." He speaks first, allowing me to catch my thoughts. He noticed I was confused over his actions, which I really appreciated. He brushes away the hair infront of his eyes, still keeps his kind smile.

"Uh- sorry! I thought you were waiting for one of your friends to sit with you, so I didn't ask to-"
"Don't worry about it, you looked anxious and believe me when I say I've been there before. Everyone has."

He's so sweet.

"Thank you, really. And don't worry about- I'm smart I swear! I can do the work just fine, I don't know any older books that would work though- but I can look some up! I saw a library down-"
"Hey, it's okay. Take a breather, alright? In and out, calm yourself. You're in this class for a reason."

I shouldn't have rambled like that. I haven't been so desperate to be liked before, to be give that chance of forming a friendship with somome. Usually they try to befriend me as I was always the sky kid in the back but somehow had no problem answering the teacher. Maybe that's why everything was the way it was, people would ask how I was so smart or thanked me when the teacher was obviously eyeing them down when no one else was participating. I was that kid, once. Before I made my goal to help out the others and spend hours reading the textbooks just to be sure I was able to. I hated the teachers who picked on those who were learned at a different speed than everyone else. It wasn't fair.

"You have a phone, right?"
"Yeah..?"

He nods his head and his eyes show anticipation, expecting my phone. I'm confused but I take my phone out of my pocket anyway. This is where my trust ends, but right now, I trust him just enough. I type in my password and watch it open up. He politely takes it from my hand and searches up the contact app. He types something out for a moment, his smile fades as he concentrates, but it quickly reappears. When its handed back to me, the app is still open and where he left it. The first thing I notice was one single word in the upper middle of the screen.

Ranboo
(xxx - xxx - xxxx)

"You know, to keep in contact for the project. I'm excited to work with you."