Yejun woke up and big shock, he was already in a bad mood. That dry, half-asleep kind of mood where everything feels annoying for no reason. He barely brushed his hair, and his uniform? Completely fucked. He was breaking every dress code rule in the book like it was a sport. He almost skipped the entire day, honestly. But then he remembered… wasn't History of Magic first? And best of all? Mr. Rinh was teaching. That was enough to kick him into gear. He grabbed his bag and bolted out the door, though halfway there he slowed down for no reason. It's not like he was gonna be on time anyway. At least Doyun didn't bump into him today, thank god. They already had every class together; Yejun didn't need extra glimpses of that guy's smug face.
He finally made it to class, eyes scanning the room for Asher. But… he wasn't there? Whatever. Yejun dropped into his usual seat and immediately put his head down. Was he gonna regret not paying attention later? Yeah. Probably. But right now? He could not care less. Lately, every day felt like just… waiting for detention. And weirdly enough? He kind of liked it. That room was where he learned the most about magic, actually. The stuff they taught normally was cool and all, but in detention? It was different. It felt real. Like every day he was discovering something new. And each time, it only got better. Even though of course detention
Next thing he knew, the bell rang.
"Shit."
He tried to slip out before Mr. Rinh noticed, but it was already too late. Mr. Rinh grabbed him by the back of his shirt and started the usual lecture. Yejun knew he had a free period after this, so of course Mr. Rinh took his sweet time. The rant somehow shifted from scolding to discussing the recent lessons, and Yejun, despite himself, actually got kind of into it. Eventually, the bell rang again. Lunch time. Yejun didn't rush. He wandered down the halls like he had nowhere to be. Even made a random stop at the bathroom—on the fifth floor, of all places. He didn't even realize till he was already there. At that point, turning back would look suspicious. Especially for someone like him.
So, he just used the bathroom.
While fixing his hair in the mirror, he noticed someone walking in behind him—and did a double take.
Was that… Asher?
Yejun turned, about to say something—ask why he'd skipped class—but Asher locked eyes with him for one second and then immediately ran out like a game character glitching out.
"What the actual fuck," Yejun muttered. Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore. He spent the rest of lunch walking around the school instead. Even now, he still didn't know the full layout of this massive building. At least getting lost meant less time thinking. Nothing really happened while he wandered. Except… He bumped into Kort. The two shared an awkward glance. A wave. That was it. End scene. The rest of the day dragged—boring as hell. Until Defense Against the Dark Arts. Ms. E randomly snapped on the whole class. Like, snapped. It was weird, since she was usually the cool, silly teacher who didn't care too much. But today? She was pissed.
Apparently, someone had literally blown a hole in the wall.
Guess who it was?
Obviously, OBVIOUSLY… it was Doyun.
Who else would do something that insane?
Things calmed down after that. Kind of. The rest of the day was peaceful-ish… until the time.
Yep. Detention. Again.
Yejun was already there, sitting, waiting. Who knew what would happen today. But one thing was guaranteed.
Doyun was gonna show up like it was his dramatic debut.
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