Гибель | Lookism

➽Ch. 2 "Unexpected Introduction"

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╰┈➤ ❝ Please understand that I'm trying my hardest, My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless ❞

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(Y/n) had the option to eat lunch in his classroom, Mr.Chu had given him the permission along with a spare classroom key. It seems like he'll have more liberty than most of the students when it came to smaller things, such as his lunch, he could also bring food, order, or go outside briefly to eat during his lunch period and return. It seems like they all have high expectations of him, and (Y/n) will not let them down, he promised not just for himself, but for Mr.Chu, King, and his father.

This is his passion, he'll wring himself dry before giving up. 

Well, he hadn't brought lunch today nor did he have enough money on him to go buy anything at the moment, tomorrow he'll make sure to bring something. . . Seems like he'll have to bust out the good old trusty lunch box soon!

Laughing to himself, (Y/n) thinks to his old childhood lunch box, this old Minecraft Creeper lunchbox, in which the front was the creature's face. Man, maybe he should bring that, who gives a shit if it's for like little kids? It's a lunch box, that's all that matters.

Tapping his desk, (Y/n) hums a little to the music that he has on, his phone spewing it as he wrote a little, trying to get his main ideas down. After lunch, he'll be returning to watching that documentary with Mr.Chu on undersea life, the idea was to then write a short article on in, do some individual research and create a comparison piece. Both critiquing, agreeing, and informing further on the subject from (Y/n)'s point of view. They were half way through, and (Y/n) was honestly loving the documentary, finding it both entertaining and informative, so he was very much inspired to at least write down all his ideas and thoughts for formatting on his final piece. 

He'll get lunch a little later.

Some light knocking on the classroom door draws his focus away, sitting up properly and dropping his legs from the desk to peer over his desk a little (which he had moved a bit back after finding out that the people at the door window kept distracting him during class), spotting a girl with blonde hair there, waving at him and doing a little "come here" motion with her hand. 

Sighing, (Y/n) turned off his music and quickly jotted down the ideas in more of a rush, he'll get back to it later. Standing up, he walks to the door and opens it, leaning against the frame as he sort of towers over the girl who had to step back to look at him. "Don't think I've spoken to you" (Y/n) starts, watching as the blonde smiles "Yeah, but I've been eyeing you" She replies, a little cocky as she stretches a hand out "Mary Kim! Vocal and Dance Department, pleasure to meet you"

". . . (Y/n) (L/n), Writing Department" He answers in return, hesitating before gently taking her hand and giving it a brief shake ". . . Were you trying to copy the formal greetings that they do in the states?" 

Catching Mary red handed, she gives a nervous laugh, to which (Y/n) smirks a little "You were too stiff, would've slid by if you didn't freeze up when I hesitated" He commented, humming "What do you need?" 

This makes Mary smile up at him "Join us for lunch, I've got a friend whose been dying to get to know you but he's a little shy, I don't take you as the social type but would you do this? Please? I promise snacks" Mary does a little 'please' by placing her hands together "And we're tons of fun! Much better than that pretty boy who also transferred here!" 

"Assuming I'm not social? Excuse you" (Y/n) asserted, making Mary frown a little as she was expecting to be declined right after-

"Fine, I don't mind, but get the dogs on their leashes" He warned, stepping out his classroom fully and closing the door behind him. Hearing the audible 'click' which meant it was locked now, (Y/n) tuned to Mary who broke into a smaller smile, nodding as she wrapped an arm around (Y/n)'s arm "Great! I'll make sure to, so what do you want? I can grab us some seaweed chips!" Peering down at her, (Y/n) doesn't have the heart to tell her off at the moment for clinging to him, so he shrugs and goes with it as she leads them both to the cafeteria.