❝ HE'S DEFINITELY WRITING SONNETS ABOUT MY AWESOMENESS IN HIS SPARE TIME. ❞
( 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 )
━ HIGHSCHOOL AU + SEMI-CHATFIC ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
ⵌ𝟎𝟎𝟒. ❝ your ego is off the charts. ❞
❝ oh, please. my ego is just
proportional t...
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egotistical. chapter 026 ━━━━ fuck off
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THE CLASSROOM BUZZED with the low hum of students chatting and shuffling papers. you sat at your desk, a wide grin on your face as you looked over your quiz results. a perfect score, achieved without a single minute of study.
a genius, indeed.
and just as you were about to boast about your success to your classmates, you heard a voice calling your name. "hey, pres!" Aoi, the class vice president, called out.
she was standing near the classroom door, pointing to a boy next to her. your eyes widened as they landed on the familiar bright pink hair and the single braid hanging on the left side of his face.
"Kuro?" you whispered, stiffening for a moment. you quickly composed yourself, the cocky grin returning.
Aoi continued, "this is Kurona Ranze, our new student. as the class president, you're tasked with showing him around."
you cleared your throat, reverting to your usual flaunting self. "welcome to Blue Lock Academy," you said, extending your hand. "i'm the president of the class, and i'll be your guide today."
the said boy's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something sad and bittersweet in them. memories of your childhood together must have been flashing through his mind. still, he managed a polite smile and shook your hand.
"nice to meet you." he greeted, playing along with your charade.
as you walked through the school, pointing out various classrooms and facilities, you found it increasingly difficult to maintain your composed exterior.
questions about why he had transferred to your school buzzed in your mind, but you bit them back.
finally, he broke the silence, his voice gentle but perceptive. "you're dying to ask, aren't you?"
you stopped walking and turned to face him, your facade momentarily slipping. "ask what?" you replied, trying to sound indifferent.
he chuckled softly, the sound filled with a mix of fondness and sorrow. "you know, you're an open book to me. always have been. why don't you just ask why i transferred here?"
