Y/N's POV

After waiting for what it felt like eternity, a woman came out of the reception and spoke to me about the school system, rules and my weekly schedule.

Striving to become a doctor, it's no doubt that I'd choose all their science option. Sure it would require more hours of my day spent at school or studying during the weekends but in the end, it'll be worth it. It has to be.

We began walking towards my first class when all of a sudden, I felt this uneasy feeling scratching every inch of my body. My hands no longer felt sanitised. But why? Is it the atmosphere? Did we pass a bathroom or worse...is this school near a sewage tunnel? I'm being dramatic. I know that. But what if one day it bursts open and floods the school? What if rats secretly one day decide to enter the school? I need to calm down.

"Excuse me, is there any bathroom near by?" I asked, subtly slowing down my heart rate.

"No. Unfortunately, it's all the way down the second floor," she replied.

Oh great. The one time I'm in desperate need to relieve anxiety, the bathroom is too far. There's no way I could ask to go when I'm already late for class. Just relax and focus on getting through the day without failing. You're perfect. You're talented. You're capable of anything and everything.

We arrive at my first period which I assumed it was math, since the decoration of the classroom was filled with numbers, formulas and trigonometric circles. Surprised the lady didn't bother to hint that I first had maths. But then again, I didn't even bother to ask.

"Sorry for disturbing your class, but we have a new student here that will be joining your class. Why don't you introduce yourself?" She said, nudging me forward.

"Hi...um...I'm L/N Y/N, please to meet you all. Hopefully we can get along," I tried to sound genuine and kind. Did I smile? I did. A lot of gum? No. Good. This was a bad first impression. I blew it.

"Miss L/N, can you please take off your mask," Sensei suggested as it were an option. If I could, I'd say I'd rather die. "I can't do that Sensei. The air dynamic makes me nauseous. It is written in my file about my condition."

We love an incompetent teacher that never cares for their student. Stan sensei for clear skin...am I right?

"Okay...well you may go sit next to the boy with the mask," he pointed at the vacant seat.

I shifted passed all the glaring, soon-to-be, classmates towards my desk and as I sat down, I quickly took out my disinfect-in gel and secretly sanitised my hands.

I took out my notepad and pencil case out to start noting what the teacher wrote on the board. It was only then that I realised that the class only had large desks to fit two individuals. I don't understand why I couldn't be next to a girl but a guy? A guy?

"Well back to it, we are going to continue with vectors. I am going to hand out a sheet of exercises that you need to hand in just before the end of the third hour," sensei began to handout the sheets to the first row of students.

Once he finally reached my row, he took a pause before dropping the paper on the table. "If you are stuck or have any problems, please tell me or ask your neighbour," he smiled while handing the worksheets to the both of us.

The rest of the hour was spent me completing the exercises with ease and precision. Had I decided to ignore this chapter, I would've been fucked. I can't help but low-key feel proud of myself. I mean, I finished the work before the end of the period. Successful by Ariana Grande sounds like masterpiece once you understand the true meaning of success.

I made my way to sensei's desk, feeling confident and prideful and handed him my worksheets. "I should've no less but this particular behaviour from you, since I've seen that you are known for having marvellous grades. You may go sit down and use your electronic devices just as long as you are quiet. Or you may study as well," he said as he was beginning to grade my worksheet.

"Thank you."
Now why did he do that? He ruined the mood. He expects no less? Now I have to keep the grades up otherwise he'll constantly remind me who I was when I actually studied. I've seen teachers like him everywhere.

I went back to my seat and began to listen to music. I hadn't listened to the new Blackpink album and I've been dying to hear it. Apparently it's better than the mini albums.

While I was searching for lyrics online, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Now call me crazy but, it certainly did not feel like an actual tap. Regardless, I turn around and saw it's my neighbour. I take off my AirPods and put them back into their case. "Yes?" I  whispered.

"Where is your worksheet?" His deep voice echoed into my ears. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. That's a nice voice. A very good one at that. Hearing it, did send chills to my spine.

"It's already handed in," I responded in a proud tone.

"It's not something to feel proud about but okay," he murmured but I could hear it.

"Okay, then why ask dumbass?" I murmured as well, hoping he would hear it. He thought I'd let that slide, we'll think again asshat.

"Am I not allowed to be curious?" He raised his eyebrow with firmer register.

"You can be curious without being an asshole. Learn the difference," I rolled my eyes and went back to my phone.

"Bitch," he whispered as he went back to his worksheet.

"Well what did you expect YoUr HiGhNeSs," I began to give a sarcastic exaggerated voice. "I am not going to act nice to dicks like you. Unless you're useful don't expect anything from me. Not to mention, if you had focused more on your work then you wouldn't have made such careless mistakes. I honestly hate when an idiot has the audacity to start engaging with me and they expect to win the argument. sOoOo pathetic," I put my earphones back into my ears.

Alexa, play Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion. I just ended a bitch.

~ T I M E S K I P ~

It was break time and I wanted to go see the dance classroom and the schedule.

I began to walk towards the office to ask where the club is, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Another tapper, yay. I stopped walking and turn around to see who it is and saw a girl smiling at me.

"Uh, can I help you?"

"Yes, you need to tell me how you managed to be so confident in front of Kiyoomi-kun," her eyes sparkled with such light.

"I don't know...I guess just get on my nerves I will retaliate," I chuckled shyly.

"No way, I tried doing that but all he did was ignore me and walk away. Teach me your secrets pleasssse?" She asked holding my one hand.

Get your hands away from me. Get your hands away from me. Get your hands away from me.

"I don't mind but first can you show me the way to the bathroom and dance club?" I slowly removed her hand from my hand.

"Sure, let's go," she said enthusiastically.

We had quickly arrived at the bathroom which was very fortunate since I could feel myself getting nauseous.

When I was in the toilet, I quickly washed my hands with my own special soap that I got from the clinic. Mom told me to leave but is it her currently suffering? No. I also changed my mask because it has been three hours since I was wearing it.

We wondered around the corridors, where the dance club is when I decided to make small talk with the girl.

"I didn't catch your name?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot. My name Shoto Misaki but you can call me Misaki," she chuckled while she was answering.