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Bruce Yamada was a boy.
A pretty lucky boy.
He was born into a nice family, went to a decent high school, popular with an abundance of friends while still being academically talented. He had a lot of things. If he wanted something, he could always ask.
But this. This little thing. It’s bugged him since the beginning.
Even if he wanted it. He couldn’t have it. It wasn’t something he could own.
But he wanted it. He wanted it so bad. Even worse than the time he wanted to eat ice-cream for breakfast when he was 4.
Oh, Bruce Yamada. What are you going to do?
“Bruce! Are you even listening to my question?”
Bruce looked up, away from scribbling in his blank Maths book. Surprised as he heard snickers from the class. Golden Boy not paying attention to Mrs Ascot?
Absolutely scandalous.
Bruce quickly scrambled to say an answer. “ Uh- well, if we move 5 to the other side, x would be 11.”
Ms Ascot stilled for a while. Tapping her left arm while they were crossed. Slowly, she raised the chalk to the chalkboard. “Good job, Mr Yamada. Next time actually listen to the lesson, okay?”
She let him off lightly.
Nothing Golden Boy couldn’t do, huh?
He went back to scribbling wordless nothings in his Maths book. Unfortunately, linear equations wasn’t what his mind was worked up about. His eyes wandered to the clock at the front of the classroom. 14 minutes to go.
And once that bell rang, he stayed back. Packing away his things with intricate precision, making sure he put all his belongings away. Stalling for that opportunity, oh, that single opportunity to talk to him. But as he was putting his binder away, the blonde boy whisked out the door. Bruce only noticed as people shifted away from the classroom’s door, hearing a brunette boy shriek slightly but trying to play it off as chills.
Good. Fucking. Job. Bruce.
Bruce, frustrated, slung his backpack on and rushed to his next class, Social Studies. He would have to wait another 18 hours to see the blonde boy. And Bruce couldn’t wait for it.