By about 10:30ish everyone had gone back to their respectives dorms or accomodation. You helped Mitsuri clean up because Sanemi threw a glass bottle at Tengen which missed your head by an inch and smashed on the floor. But, despite the general calamity, you enjoyed it, it was a nice way to open and start your university life.

As you helped clean away the last bit of glass, you turned to Mitsuri.

"Are they always like this?" you chuckled.

She smiled and sighed.

"Pretty much, but it makes everything even more exciting, you know?"

After tidying everything up, you made sure everything was ready. Tommorow was your first day of classes and you wanted to make a good impression.

The day began to catch up to you and you became desperate to crawl under the covers and just fall asleep.

You said goodnight to mitsuri and made your way to the bathroom to take your make up off and brush your teeth.

As you lay in bed and gazed up at the ceiling, the events from today bounced around your head. As much as you hated to admit, the awkward ten second encounter you had with Giyuu was on your mind. You couldn't help it, you were curious.

Obviously, you were forced to hang out with him when you were a kid, but that stopped when you were a teenager because what used to be just childish bullying was turning into something nasty, and you both couldn't stand eachother at all, so your parents gave up with trying to make you two get along.

Since then, you had a caught quick glances of him at parties and gatherings that either your mom, his mom, or other family/friends would host, but that was about it.

Like always, the bright morning light woke you up, piercing your eyes, forcing you to get out of bed.

It was only 6am, meaning you had a few hours to kill before your first class, which was photography.

The atmosphere was peaceful, Mitsuri was still sound asleep and the only sound that could be heard was the wind chime that seemed to become a cherished posession for the both of you.

You made yourself a cup of coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling on your phone.

Mitsuri added you to a group chat with the others and of course it was no suprise that you woke up to...

3,439 messages.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as your eyes scanned the messages.

You didn't read them all, but the ones you did read made you question that entire groups sanity.

You put your phone down and opened the fridge door, averting your gaze to the shelves of food in front of you, you traced the handle of the fridge with your thumb, ocassionally tapping it with your index finger, as you contemplated what to eat.

It wasn't a particularly full fridge, you and mitsuri hadn't had much time to buy anything yesterday other than the essentials, meaning, that your options were limited.

You weren't exactly...skilled when it came to the kitchen. You were probably the only 18 year old who could barely cook pasta without nearly setting the whole kitchen on fire.

But you figured you could never go wrong with pancakes, so after what felt like hours, you grabbed the pancake batter and got to cooking.

Unexpectedly, they turned out well, you topped them off with strawberries and nutella and ate them in peace. You even made a plate for mitsuri and left it on the side.

The bubbly pink haired girl waltzed into the kitchen at around 7, showered and fully dressed in similar colours from the day before. Her hair was still cutely braided and the heart shaped bracelet that hung from her wrist glowed with a beautiful pink tint.

"hey I made you pancakes," you smiled and turned to the kitchen counter.

"REALLY!?" she squealed "AHHH I LITERALLY LOVE YOU," she hugged you tight before practically sprinting to go and grab the plate.

"have you got any classes today?" you asked her.

She finished the last bite of the pancakes before responding.

"I have ballet in the afternoon but thats about it, I dont think our art starts until tommorow for some reason," she placed the cutlery she used on the plate before resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

You ran a hand through your hair a sighed softly.

"yeah i noticed..."

Your photography class started at 8, it was only about a 5 minute walk from the dorms but you wanted to get their a bit before so not to stress.

As you were about to leave you took a minute to make sure you had everything. It's not like you needed a lot, but still, you liked to be organised.

You sprayed yourself with your favourite perfume and re applied some lip gloss before heading out the door.

A cool morning breeze blessed you when you stepped outside. The sun stood proudly in the sky, its golden rays softly enhancing your features.

As you approached the building, you smiled as you took notice of the cluster of cherry blossom trees.

Everything was perfect.

You entered the room, noticing the variety of people. A group of wide eyed freshman sat in the corner, admiring the photos on the wall and a couple of people sat alone minding their own buisness.

As you made your way to sit down, your phone buzzed; it was mitsuri.

Mitsuri my love 💗

AHHH Y/N HOW IS IT !! <3

you
its okayyyy, idk anyone
so it's kinda quiet tbh 😭

GOOD LUCK !! 💗💗

You smiled at that last message. 

The room began to fill up, a lot more than you had expected, every seat was taken by the time your professor walked in.

"I didn't realise photography was this popular," you thought.

You had taken a seat near the back, so not to bring too much attention to yourself. Your eyes scanned the room, some of these people looked far too confident to be freshman. Then again, everyone's different, so you didnt think much of it.

Your professer walked in looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

He introduced the the subject and summarised what you'd be doing on the course, occasionally yawning in the process.

He then announced that he'd be partnering up the freshman and sophomores for a project, saying it would  be good to learn how to cooperate, build teamwork skills etc...

"Ah so thats why the class is so full," you thought as you doodled in your notebook.

He started announcing the pairs one by one.

"Y/n and..." you lifted your head up as he mentioned your name.

"Giyuu."

Your heart sank.

Did you hear that right?

You rapidly glanced around, trying to pick out his black hair from the sea of students.

You took a deep breath, fiddling with your pen and avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

The male approached you and sat down next to you, his expression neutral.

There were a list of themes that you were advised to use to base your portfolio on, that you would present at the end of the semester.

Giyuu broke the silence first.

"do you have any ideas on what you wanna do just yet?"

Much like his facial expression, his tone was neutral, but soft.

You hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

"If its okay..." you began "I wanted to do the one that focuses on nature and stuff, it would be useful for references for my art and things like that..."

You held your breath in anticipation, only for him to respond with:

"sure,"

"great," you spoke again.

"Fuck why is this so awkward," you thought.

"can i have your number," he said, suddenly "for the project of course, it'll make things easier,"

You nodded as he handed you his phone, you quickly typed it in and  swiftly gave it back to him, before giving him yours so he could do the same.

You glanced at what he had saved his contact name as on your phone.

'T' the first letter of his last name.

You didn't question it.

The rest of the class was just as awkward as the first half. Little but a few words were exchanged between you and him, it was as if you didnt know eachother and nothing had ever happened.

Was he pretending not to know you or did he just have a really shit memory? You couldn't tell.

But, as the class ended and everyone was leaving, something he said caught your eye.

"See you around, L/n,"

L/n.

So he did remember you.

At that moment, you had a feeling, that this project wasn't going to be as easy as you originally thought.

❥︎

a/n: PLOT DEVELOPMENT 😱 (to an extent)