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“As for the different kinds of camera angles, we have the panoramic view. This one is used…”
As mr. Reca went on with his lecture, Caelus struggled more and more to keep his eyes open. Aeons, why did he have to dedicate himself to this much to studies if he is only a guest student? So unfair!
While March seemed to make new friends and bond with the other people in their class, talking behind the teacher’s back, Dan Heng was… paying attention to the lesson. Wow, what a nerd, Caelus thought, smirking by himself as the comment lingered inside his head.
Still, attending the Paperfold University’s classes meant he would need to do the bare minimum to get some decent grades, right? He sighed, yes, this sounded reasonable. But how was he supposed to understand the content if he could barely focus long enough to make some notes out of it?
Thankfully, Caelus knew he could count on his best desk mate to support him on that matter, already spotting Dan Heng’s notebook filled with what he assumed were smart comments and observations about the lecture.
“Psst, Dan Heng,” Caelus whispered, managing to capture Dan Heng’s attention. “Can I borrow your notebook?”
“No,” Dan Heng answered quickly, turning his head back to where mr. Reca stood.
Wait, what?!
“P-please, it’s just for a mome-”
“No. Pay attention to the class,” Dan Heng insisted, not even keeping eye contact with Caelus. How dare he?!
Caelus sighed. It was not like he cared about those grades or whatever this lecture was about, but having Dan Heng refusing to share his notes sparked a flame of stubbornness inside Caelus. He was going to get those notes.
“Dan Hen-”
“No.”
“Ple-”
“No.”
“But I can’t understand it!”
“Stop sleeping in the middle of the class, then.”
Grrr…
Caelus sulked in his seat, resting his chin on his hand as he locked his eyes on his target. Why was Dan Heng making this such a big deal? He shook his head, guess this was going to be done the hard way.
“Dan Heng.”
“Caelus, for the last time, n- hngh!”
“Dan ~ Heng ~” Caelus cooed, poking Dan Heng’s side again and again and again. He wiggled his finger around, prodding at the bone of Dan Heng’s hip and then nudging a soft spot in the middle of his sides. “The notes, Dan Heng, could you share them?”
“N-no,” Dan Heng gritted his teeth, swatting his hand at Caelus’s, but that didn’t stop him from resuming with the pokes again seconds later. “C-Caelus, s-stop- pffft… s-stohop it.”
“‘No’, right?” Caelus answered with a smug smile in his lips, tilting his head as he began to poke Dan Heng’s lowest ribs, “is the class this interesting?”
“Y-you wohould know… if you pahaid attenti- s-stohop it, damn it,” Dan Heng groaned, his cheeks slightly flushed as he noticed his quiet giggles were starting to drag the attention of other students.
“Then… could you lend me your not-”
“F-fine,” Dan Heng gasped, pushing his notebook into Caelus’s hand just to get those pesky fingers away from his side.
“Thank you ~ you’re the best desk mate ~”