- to become familiar with and confident in a situation
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For the introduction of this chapter, allow me to wrap up this usually a hundred to two hundred word long paragraph short for a change. As my brain cells are currently dead and dried up from answering homework non-stop while writing this, I am currently not in the state to conjure up an intro like usual.
If you are craving for one so much, just go back to the previous chapter and insert the first few paragraphs here. Do forgive me, for my shriveled up brain cells are currently having a PTSD attack from studying business formulas and shit.
Within the vicinity of the moving train, minimal chatters from the fairly numbered crowd of passengers created a muffled buzz for a certain pair of students from the high-end Sin-ui Academy. While the sky blue haired male was keeping a tight grip as he and his companion chose to stand in consideration to those who needed the seats, (Y/N) did her utmost capability to keep her center of gravity balanced. Unfortunately, her arms cannot reach the bar handles above her, much more hold on the stainless-steel.
In result, she had to suck up being wobbled uncontrollably and pray to the heavens that she wouldn't suddenly fall out of balance before the eyes of Khun Aguero Agnes, her rival in capturing the girls' hearts, and be possibly laughed at by the douchebag. There was no way her pride will allow that.
"So, any response from Bam?" The (h/c) haired questions, taking a peek on Khun's phone as she nosily gazed at the boy's opened messages.
The blueberry takes a quick glance from the petite female, narrowing his sapphire toned eyes at his vice-president before raising his phone up out of her short reach. It was just then that the young lady raised her head up, her (e/c) irises meeting his crystal blue eyes -- the former quirking up an eyebrow at him.
Khun takes a quick moment to linger his gaze longer at her closed up features. Now that he thought about it, it appears to be that seeing her visage this closely wasn't as rare of a sight as before. He begins to wonder since when she had ceased keeping the three-foot distance in between them.
Not failing to read the impatience written across her features -- face expressing how she wanted a reply this instant -- the winter haired male decides to finally drift his gaze away from those pools of (e/c).
"Bam said that he will be fine with anything. It's the thought that matters he says." The lean male puts his phone into sleep as he mutters the words out before pocketing it within the confines of his trousers.
