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After recess, that day’s lessons begins anew.
To your surprise, your teacher announces that there will be a History test in fifteen minutes. You panic, the whole class panics.
You quickly go through inside your bag frantically yet you can’t find that textbook. You must have left it on your desk. Just as your teacher said, those who didn’t bring the textbook will have to follow a make-up test and surely will have to stand outside in the hallway.
You sigh loudly, then move to stand up from your chair and head towards the door.
“(name)! Where are you going?” Bokuto asked you, a hint of worry in his words.
“I’m going out. I forgot to bring my textbook,” you answered gloomily.
You walk towards the door with a heavy heart, out of the class.
“Is there still anyone who didn’t bring the textbook?” the teacher asks the class.
The class went silent.
“Alright. If there is no more people who forgot to bring their textbook, we will start the test in fifteen minutes. You may now review last week’s chapter,” your teacher announced as he sat back behind his desk.
Outside the class, you tried to cheer yourself up by focusing your attention to whatever’s in your eyesight.
Not long after your unfortunate incident, you heard your teacher yelled upsetly to someone and sent them to go outside.
When you saw the person steps outside, you sigh louder and palmed yourself in the face. You know exactly who that person is.
“(name)! We meet again! Isn’t it cool?” said person walks closer to you cheerily.
“Bokuto, this is not cool at all. Why are you here? Didn’t you bring your textbook?” you asked, confused by his unexpected appearance.
“Of course it’s cool! By the way, I hid my textbook so that I can be here with you!” he finally arrived by your side, grabbing your hand happily.
“Oh lord, why did I agree to date this dumbass,” you muttered lowly.
“Hey, let’s go to arcade later after school! You in?” he asks beamingly.
“We have to study, remember? How about this weekend?” you suggested.
“Study? What for?” the boy in next to you questions confusedly.
“There’s a make-up exam tomorrow,” you tried to be patient with this boy.
“What exam?” Bokuto is tilting his head now, still clueless about the whole thing.
You are gripping his hand now, still trying to be patient with him.
“History exam. We didn’t bring our textbooks, that’s why we have to follow tomorrow’s make-up exam,” you stated with irk in your tone.
“Are we having an exam right now?” he asked again innocently.
“BOKUTO! WEREN’T YOU LISTENING AT ALL?!” you pinched his cheeks angrily.