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March 14th
It was a delightful spring day. Gentle breeze passing through the campus, in turn blowing cherry blossom petals all over.
Almost like a scene from an anime, Sicheng thought.
He snapped out of his daydream real quick when he tripped over a bench.
Whatever. Probably karma for embarrassing Chenle in front of Jisung the other day.
He continued strolling but stopped short when he saw the light of God, or should he say the lit up sign that read “Starfucks Coffee”. Sicheng hadn’t gotten his fix yet today. He would normally make his own coffee, but today he had an 11 am lecture instead of his usual 8 am. He decided to treat himself to an overpriced coffee today, so he pushed his way into the busy shop and was immediately greeted by the blushing smile of the barista.
Fuck, he’s working today.
Most of the people were waiting to receive their drinks, not order, so he uneasily stepped up to the counter.
“How are you today Sicheng?~”
“Oh hey Taeil,” Sicheng mumbled, eyes fixed to the menu overhead.
“Ok… so what would you like to order?” Taeil inquired.
“Uh, I’ll take a grande caramel macchiato.”
“Ok! Coming right up!”
Sicheng jammed some cash into Taeil’s hand, before scampering away to the pick-up counter. Taeil had a huge crush on Sicheng, it was common knowledge, but Sicheng always felt creeped out by him so he avoided him at all costs. Unfortunately for Sicheng, Taeil worked at the only coffee shop in the vicinity of his dorm. He tried to only come when he knew Taeil wouldn’t be working, but apparently, he was wrong this time.
“Caramel Macchiato for, uh, Sicheng!”
He quickly snatched his drink off the counter and rushed out of the shop. It’s already 10:54 I gotta hurry. He glanced down at his cup only to see a little heart written next to his name. His face twisted into a temporary scowl but kept walking to the lecture hall. I really should just tell Taeil that I’m not gonna date him and to fuck off. He kicked the door open with his foot and was greeted by a mostly full auditorium. He scurried up to the second to back row and assumed his position next to Kun, another Chinese exchange student and one of his best friends. He showed Kun his coffee cup and muttered, “Taeil”. Kun rolled his eyes in mutual disgust. He sat down and pulled out a piece of paper to take “notes” on. Neither of them paid attention anyway, they just passed notes in Chinese, to prevent the kids around them to read all the spilled tea and gossiping that they did. One of their favorite topics to “discuss” was whether the group of popular jocks was gay or aggressively straight (there’s not much of a difference, honestly). They had their bets placed, but neither were close enough with any of the jocks to figure out for real.
Soon enough, the professor announced that class was over. Sicheng honestly didn’t even know what subject that class was, but whatever it was he was getting a good grade in it, miraculously. He said goodbye to Kun and exited into the now blaring mid-day sun. Sicheng went to his next class, Art History, that was conveniently in the building right across the way from him. Once he arrived, he settled into his usual seat in the middle auditorium. He whipped out his phone (which had a Nishinoya phone charm attached to it, because Haikyuu is life) and started scrolling through his twitter.
Just the usual, Hyuck getting in yet ANOTHER fanwar over EXO, and Chenle retweeting dead memes...oh wait what’s this?
Sicheng’s thumb stopped when he saw that Mark had tweeted one of those dumb things that is like “rt to be in a group chat” which he normally ignored. But this was a group chat for anime and Sicheng quite liked Mark so he decided to retweet, even though he probably wouldn’t be added. He looked up from his noticing that the empty seats around him had filled up, and he should probably get his stuff out. He took out his notebook for “notetaking” and a pencil. The professor called the class to attention and began saying something about, actually, Sicheng wasn’t listening to what the professor was saying. He’s too focused on his “notetaking”, and by notetaking he means sketching Hinata with his legs spread, and Kageyama sucking his dick. He glanced away from his work for a second and caught sight of someone trying to quietly sneak their way into the lecture hall.
Ugh, it’s that purple-haired asshole who’s always late, he thought in disgust. The boy’s mauve locks were plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he was out of breath, probably from running to class. Actually, the boy kinda looked similar to the Hinata in his drawing right now… Ew, I’m grossed out that I even thought that. The boy was one of those popular jocks, but Sicheng didn’t really know any of them. Sicheng wondered why the boy was consistently late and sweaty when he came to class. Mark probably knew who the boy was since he occasionally hung out with that group, but Sicheng didn’t care enough to ask him. He turned his attention back to his notebook, and in no time Sicheng was freed from the prison that was the lecture hall.