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Childe wonders if he has soft hands, will they fit into his hands or be smaller? Childe wonders if he is really that rude with everyone or it is only his privilege? “You are overly stupid in chemistry, you know?”
“Yes, i know.” Childe breathed out in his sleep, drooling on his pillow.
But the morning peace was gone the second the door was kicked open. "Rise and shine, you lazy fag!" Kaveh announced, a stupidly happy smile on his face, holding a pumpkin latte that probably cost more than his architectural tools. „Where did he get any money?” Childe thought.
“Get up, it's time for quadratic functions to kick your ass!” He shook a barely woken up Childe hard enough to make his drool spills over a pillow. He only fell asleep, in the morning, again.
“You really don't know how to knock?” A flat dry voice came from the corner. Kaveh's good mood, which he was working on so hard, was crushed by the same old person.
“You..” - Kaveh turned around with usual frown as he looked up at Alhaitham, almost shaking as he tried to make an insult.
“Parasite? Tapeworm?” Ifa’s stupid joke from yesterday echoed in his head.
“And you don't know how to greet a person?” Kaveh said, putting his hands on his hips. “It's called human decency!” He stared at the most infuriating man in the world. It was 8 am and, of course, Alhaitham's homework was done, his thesis was written, and he was already wearing that deadpan mask he used to annoy everyone, especially Kaveh.
Alhaitham finally looked up from his book, his eyes showing zero emotion. “Human decency is a social construct,” he said slowly, like he was talking to an idiot. “And I have no obligation to participate in your morning tantrums.”
“By the way, drinking Starbucks is cringe.” He added calmly.
“What!??”
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The cafeteria was loud as always. Poor room that could not fit even half of the university was full of too energetic and overpositive first graders. But Childe barely registered it. His hand was on his forehead, eyes half-closed as he stared at a half-eaten sandwich on his playe. He only managed to get a couple of hours of sleep before Kaveh invaded his room shared with Alhaitham, and the quadratic functions were not kind either.
Across from him, Kaveh was mid-conversation with Ifa, gesticulating wildly with a fork. “I'm telling you, it's not a design flaw! It's an artistic choice! Alhaitham just doesn't understand the art.”
“Honestly, my Cacucu does the same.. art” Ifa said calmly, taking a slow sip of his tea.
Kaveh huffed, stabbing a piece of lettuce with a fork, imagining someone particular instead of poor vegetable. “You two are the same, you know? All logic, no passion. It's utterly disappointing.”
Childe let out a soft groan. "Oh dear..” he sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the cafeteria, lost in deep thoughts.
“Chemistry class is next..” Childe mumbled, more to himself than to his friends, but they overheard his quiet, defeated muttering and looked at him with surprised expressions.
“What’s up? Aren’t you the best one in chemistry class? Kaveh muttered surprisingly, taking a sip from what looked like his tenth cup of coffee. You couldn't even tell anymore. Ifa looked down, amused at his friends.
“That is actually Scaramouche, from parallel class.” Ifa replied without mercy, getting groan from
Childe. "”And you should try sleeping more, you look like you're about to fall face into your meal”
Childe just hummed in response, his eyelids drooping. He was starting to miss that dream from this morning—the one with the soft voice and the kind insults. It was a million times better than this.
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“You look like a shit.” As Childe prepared for class, a voice from the right side of his desk broke the silence, and it was anything but soft. He looked over to find a pair of dark purple eyes staring at him frankly, completely without shame.
“Hello, you too, Scara.” *Childe smirked, ready to get the living shit out of this brat in chemistry class, because he was better, for sure.. right?
Right? About that..