@l. han At that, the threshold of her lips rise up into a wide smile, her eyes crinkling in the process. "Okay then," she says, forgetting he was her professor. She pipes in a bit too late, "Sir." As she watches him leave the classroom, her fist rises in a pump towards the air in a celebratory manner that also has her squealing. The heels of her shoes dig into the floor as she jumps up and down in delight.
@c. tzuyu "Tutor you?" Luhan looks at his watch, he has one more class before ending work for today. He slipped the laptop into his backpack said to her without looking. "I'm only free after my next class, but I'm not doing it for free," He paused as he threw his bag over his shoulder, "You're going to have to buy me dinner." It sounded as though he was asking her out for dinner. Any guy would be dumb to throw away this opportunity to hang out with a girl like her.
@l. han She folds her arms into the expanse of her figure as her footfalls approach him in a scintillating manner, her eyes rivet to his in a clear-cut aim as her breath evens out in a stutter. "Sir," she says again, in a voice barely audible even in the deluge of silence that has bewitched the room, "I'd like you to tutor me please." The cacophony of red protrudes in the apples of her cheeks, her eyes heeding to take a fleeting look at him one more time as she breaks off eye contact, unable to carry the weight of his piercing stare.
@c. tzuyu Amused by the rampage of footsteps as the students clear out from the classroom, Luhan chuckled to himself. Today's lesson was fruitful for him, if only he knew earlier that bribery worked in schools as well as in his old world, and it had cost a lot less.
He was about done with his packing when he heard the clicking of heels approaching him. He looked up and his eyes matched up with hers. "Yes, Miss Tzuyu?"
@l. han The tide of bodies rushes out of the classroom in a hurry as Luhan dismisses the class. But Tzuyu finds herself staying, grasping at any topic she might bring about just to have an excuse to be alone with him. Her eyes dart to him, a trickle of nervousness siring into her system as the web of awareness deters her from doing what she is about to do. Trudging up to him, she calls out, "Sir."
@c. tzuyu Luhan's lecture for the session continued for a while more. He couldn't help but noticed that the girls around Tzuyu were distracted by his action just now. The lollipop act, it wasn't favoritism, it was a method he had learned a few years ago, on how to get the attention he needed. Now more than half the class were more attentive and more interactive when he tossed out questions.
"So that's all for today's class. We will continue the remaining presentations tomorrow." Luhan announced. He then started packing his belongings from the table.
@l. han With eyes rounding in on the realization of what he did, Tzuyu stares at the blankness of the wall. Her inner heart fiend screams for release as her heart thumps heavily against her ribcage, her fists clencing in her skirt. She lets out a silent laugh that seems to bubble out of her as her hand fleets for the lollipop as if it weren't true. A rush of blood trickles into her head as her flushed face looks back at him in disbelief, a smile rising to her cheekbones as she does so. She squeals into her hand holding the lollipop.
@c. tzuyu Luhan listened attentively to the younger's presentation. Occasionally nodding his head to her pointers, keeping a stern look on his face throughout. "Mm..." He hummed and wrote down some noted on the little notebook in his hand. "Tzuyu is it? I like your point of view. It's something different than the previous three presentations. You may return to your seat." He finally stood up and tossed the finished lollipop stick into the bin next to the table. He straightened his grey pants and stuck one of his hand into his pocket. He ruffled through his hair back with the other hand as he further elaborated on Tzuyu's presentation.
He paced up and down and combed through the rows of students. As he passes by the girl, he took a pause before taking out something from his pocket and placing it on her table. "For the above-average presentation." He commented as he walked away from her desk, leaving a new, unopened lollipop for her.
@l. han Tzuyu's words oscillate in the room as she explains the bits and pieces of a music theory she should not have known about. Her eyes dart to Luhan's from time to time, riveting to see how he's taking her presentation. Hands folding and unfolding as the syntaxes of her words follow through the motion of her feet and hands, mechanically expounding the elements of music. Under the fluorescent shine, her eyes are reflexive of the lights that look like stars made anew. As she finishes, she turns to Luhan, a huge smile adorning her face.
@c. tzuyu Luhan nodded at the girl's response and watches as she got out from her seat. He would be lying to himself if he wasn't attracted by the girl's curves of softness, something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible to him. But he has to be mindful of his position here right now.
"You may start when you're ready." He stuck the empty stick back into his mouth and laid back into his chair again. He didn't have high hopes of her presentation, actually, anyone else in the class.
@l. han Her heart lurches forward as Luhan's vision locks onto her. The tinge of pink sired on her cheeks intensifies as she lets out a sheepish laugh that brings out her dimples, her eyes breaking off eye contact and riveting to anything but his. However, as the petals of silence slowly sifts through to the room, she finds herself raising her hand. First, tentatively, then her courage slowly solidifying as she straightens her back in accord to the stares thrown her way, the length of her body snapping in confidence. She knows she can do this. Unexpectedly, her voice comes out firm in the confinement of the four walls of the classroom as she says, "I'm willing, sir."
@c. tzuyu Luhan's eyes scanned through the classroom. Most of them are either smiling at their own crouch-obviously on their phones, others dodging eye contact with him. Just one particular doe-eyed girl who had her eyes fixated on him. Was she one of the girls who lingered outside his class, waiting to catch a glimpse of the new face lecturer whenever he was preparing for his lessons? Luhan threw that thought behind, for now.
"Does anyone want to volunteer for the next presentation?" His vision was locked on Tzuyu, as though giving her a chance to volunteer before he picked her.
@l. han Tzuyu is pumped. One of her professors on her scanned sheets is the teacher she's had a biased affinity to. Seated in the classroom, she takes note of his stares and teaching capabilities as his hands fly over the expanse of the board in a flurry of texts, silently etching a smile as she daydreams about him. Tzuyu has always had something for men older than her a few years, especially those in the teaching department, so seeing Luhan now sporting a stature of well-endowed set of clothes, she is infatuated. More so than yesterday. His strict and stoic behavior do not deter her from liking him more; if anything, she finds herself growing more attuned to his presence.
Luhan's slick fingers knocked lightly against the table as the 3rd student presented on the same topic, Arpeggio. He finally sat back straight up from his chair and removed the finished lollipop stick from his mouth. "Other than these three, anyone else is presenting on 'Arpeggio'? If you are, please leave because I'm expecting a lot more than just that." He sounded a little annoyed.
Luhan was the new lecturer who had just took over the retired music theory professor. He should have known better when he was told that his application to the school was a success. The students in front of him were just slightly younger than he was. Dawning on the rebellious look, he could have passed off as one of them. But his teaching was the direct opposite, he was labeled strict and had a stone-cold heart, not someone who would easily give a pass to just because they looked cute.
@j. jungkook [#h]@h. momo Tzuyu stares at Momo's retreating stature, her hand still glued to the board as she waits for the other girl to finish her story. Upon hearing what happened, her eyes round in on the information, a laugh sputtering out, "Y-you used your roommate's toothbrush?" Replacing the chalk on the table, Tzuyu dusts off the ashes that have stuck to her, making her nose scrunch as the motes fly over in front of her. She folds her arms into the expanse of her figure, saying, "I've gone to one party but would like to again!"
@b. christopher “And as for you, Mr. Egerton— your partner will be Christopher.”
Taron can’t help but wince a bit at those words, hand idly reaching up to his face to push his glasses up before bowing his head in the form of a nod. “Got it, sir.” He replies, smiling crookedly.
His reaction may seem quite negative from someone else’s view, yes, but that isn’t because he didn’t want Christopher as his partner. You see, Taron has a bit of a bad reputation when it comes to the quiet types and Chris has, from his own observations, shown to be that certain type. He usually never spoke up unless spoken to and honestly? Taron is definitively sure that he is going to scare the crap out of him if he ever chose to interact with him so he just… never did. He doesn’t have a choice now though and he really didn’t want poor little ol’ Chris to suffer just because he couldn’t contain his excitement over how much he wanted to do this project.
But, then again— both of them didn’t have a choice here.
Once class ends, Taron takes in a deep breath and goes over his introduction. He makes sure to remove bits and pieces that seem a little too overwhelming for a first time as he makes his way to his fated project partner whilst his fingers covered with bandaids just tapped nervously against the books that he was holding close to his chest. The moment he arrives a few inches away from Chris’ desk, he trips a bit over himself and almost bumps into Chris. He stops that from happening a millisecond later as he forces his weight backwards, making him stumble a bit but thankfully not fall on his like some clown. He was also shrieking at the highest octave during all that, mind you. It was an awful first impression.
He blinks some and proceeds to laughing awkwardly, hand rubbing the back of his neck before he fixes his glasses that had almost been knocked off his face. “That… Tha’ was stupid. I’m stupid. I’m really, really sorry tha’ ya had t’see that pathetic chain of events.” Cue him laughing loudly. “Least I didn’t actually fall, righ’? Yeah. Okay. Unimportant. Uhm, hi— name’s Taron. Ya can call me Eggsy though. Many people do. I’m your partner for the game project but you probably know that since the professor told us both and I should really in’ shut up, yeah? Yeah.”
@n. yuta (( aight <33 and yes he does !! i picture him with a black leathery one u vu does yuta even have his textbooks i feel like he'd be that one person in class without it or always forgetting to bring it LMAoo ))
jaehyun naturally relishes the mere disapproving frown on yuta's face with a smug grin and a short but intense chortle. "sure. though it's impossible to prove me otherwise." changing the pace of the conversation, he faces yuta with tightened lips. "well, minor. it seems like we're in the same class though- /yippie/ i'm surprised you're into this sort of subject, frankly."
@j. jungkook@c. tzuyu she lifts her chin off of tzuyu, her orbs shifting over to the lad as his voice projects out. "hmm. potential new friends, I like the sound of that aha!" momo slowly starts to walk away from the lady, walking to the back of the class to see what it was like. "oh- parties? well, I went to a recent one. it was actually my first time drinking and it . not the party -- but it was the hangover. I don't remember what exactly happened. turns out I puked at the club, which I don't recall. I only remember puking on my toothbrush, so I used my roommate's toothbrush." her voice faints as she got farther away from the two statures.
@j. jaehyun [] yo no WORRIES SLKDf imma switch now oop - you can stick to whatever <33333 -- also, he has a satchel??? cuTE
yuta wears a surprised expression as he faces jaehyun, his expression and posture all saying it for yuta: 'Oh, No you did NOT.' his raised brows, his incredulous hum, and his comical grimace all melted into a shake of his head and a disapproving pout as he mutters, "jung jaehyun, you have a lot to learn buddy-- so wait, are you also a criminology major?"
@h. momo@c. tzuyu "Oh... you want to hear those kind of stories? Well... I don't have any problems with anyone at this very moment, but you never know. For the most part, I have met interesting people and potential new friends such as you and Momo." As he spoke, he used his hand to gesture towards the two females keeping him company in the classroom he was known for skipping out on. "Have you both been to any parties yet?"
@l. hayi Tiffany was just meandering around while on her lunch break. She had eaten something small and instead of staring off into space like usual she decided to wander around and acquaint herself with the institution as she had no one to approach. She blamed herself and her fear of striking conversations for not being able to even speak to her own co-workers, she brushed everything off however as she sketched the hallways in her own mind, trying her very best to commit everything to memory.
It wasn't until she had reached the end of the hallway leading back to the direction of the cafeteria that she heard it. A small broken sob coming from the classroom directly next to her. Instantly Tiffany was on guard, every fiber of her being was tingling with worry as she approached the door. It didn't matter that she didn't know who was on the other side, if it was another faculty member or a student, it hurt her heart to know that someone was hurting so much they took to an empty classroom to pour their suffering into.
Cautiously Tiffany knocked on the classroom door not even waiting a moment before she spoke gently, putting as much sincerity into her voice as she could. "Hello? Can I come in?"
“thank you tzu,” she says softly. she averts her attention to tzuyu’s drawing, her stature behind the younger lady’s petite figure. resting her chin onto the female’s shoulder whilst on her tippy toes since she was shorter— only by a couple inches. viewing tzuyu’s artwork, it seemed to appear like momo. she bursts a titter, “it’s cute. is that supposed to be me, tzu?” she gazes to the side to admire tzuyu’s elegant features. “you’re a good artist, if i do say so myself.” she emits another titter afterwards.
@n. yuta (( honestly, i was about to do third but my brain isn't working rn ;; feel free to switch whenever as well <3 ))
/already inside the classroom, jaehyun grabs his notes from his satchel to flip through and review. super focused, he didn't realize yuta claiming the seat beside him. but as soon as he did, he lets out a heavy sigh
we've discussed already...
/he can't fully understand how the two got close but he still liked him joking around and, as long as it didn't bother people, he mostly plays along. despite it a little bit irritating, he turns around to face him and whispers
sasuke is better, usuratonkachi.
Dimples dot both cheeks of Tzuyu's as a smile reaches her contoured tiers, the tops slithering through to her eyes. White specters of dust design her frame as she starts drawing Momo onto the board, the wooden timber creaking against the friction of the chalk. She may have a crush on Momo.
"I'm glad it's going fine," she expresses, eyes still glued to the rhythm her hand has taken. First she draws the eyes, the contours of her cheekbones, and next the mouth which beams up at the bodies littering about the vacated room. She looks at Momo, excising out a laugh. The chalk on her hand still plastered on the board, her uniform has taken on a white dusting from the ashes of chalk that have taken place atop her shirt.
"yeah, i agree with Jungkook," she nods intently. momo hands over the chalk to tzuyu with a grin before backing up and leaning against a desk. "hmm.... stories? well, there's this dude who ended up badly. but im trying to fix it with him- not relationship wise, just friendship. i think it's going well though?" she glances at the lad, "what about you? any stories?" she diverts her attention to him, her orbs observing the male's figure from top to bottom. she rarely knew Jungkook, but maybe this was her chance to get to know him.
Sharing glances between both of the females as they spoke, he made sure to intently nod his head while throwing in a few, "ah's" and "mhm" until he could explain what his mind was processing. "I do believe that the closer you get or open up, people will be less intimidating. Usually, I am the kind of guy that intimidates others based on appearance alone. For the most part, despite how chaotic this school can be... along with the people, just take your time. Go at your own pace!"
@h. momo Tzuyu raises her head to the ceiling as if to think, the lights bouncing off of her eyes. Her facial features tighten in thought. "Hm, maybe," she says, averting her eyes from the lightbulbs. She beams at Momo's cute drawing and stands up. "I sure would love to!" Leaning beside Momo, she asks with a fluorish, "Can you tell me stories?"
"Maggie? oh... I think she's pretty cool after seeing her snap story aha. but you never know how they're like until you get to know them. I was honestly intimidated by lucas, but he's really nice! so maybe you should approach to her?" she said as she finishes up drawing the angel. "tada!" she moves aside to showoff her masterpiece. offering the chalk out to the other two figures in the room, "wanna draw?'
Head veering from left to right, she prances up to both Jungkook and Momo, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and whispers, "Maggie kinda scares me." Hands coming up around Momo's and Jungkook's shoulders.
