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Though Laurent had found himself most busy with school work and attempting to meet the members of the soccer club, the rumors of a dormitory apparently wishing to make a…well.. ‘gentlemen’s club’, to put it in a more mature manner, had reached even his ears.

Hm, so people of the dorms could make any sorts of clubs they wished to, if they asked a teacher? It would be nice to make a club where people could all read together and help one-another with studies if need be - Laurent felt it would be nice to assist folk who may be struggling with classes, and to talk about the interests of the books they read sounded enjoyable. It was just, he wasn’t sure if there’d be interest for it, and if he’d be allowed to help fellow students in such a way.

Therefore, he was at the library, to try to talk and ask people about it. Spotting someone passing by, the mage raised a gloved hand to try and hail them down. "May I have a moment of your time, please? I do apologize if I am interrupting something, but I am conducting a ‘survey’, if you will. Do you mind answering a few questions?"

Even so, a couple of months of casual tutoring can't cover several years' worth of education. He can feel himself falling behind on his coursework, even when half of his classes weren't based on knowledge learned in previous grades.Take Literature, for example. Ruby hadn't read many books when he was young, but he was proficiently literate. He wasn't too worried about the course; reading a couple of books a couple of times a week? He might, uh, have some trouble keeping his eyes open, but aside from that, it sounded easy!

But what was all this that came with it? Tests, quizzes, speeches, and those dreaded essays. Writing and writing and writing! Ruby was appalled by the amount of stuff other than reading in Literature class. 

Therein lies the crux of his current problems. Ruby had completely forgotten about the test for said class. He had to borrow the book and study, before lunch ended! Making a mad dash to the library, the capped boy burst through the doors, and promptly began searching the bookshelves.

Someone asks Ruby a question, but he's a little too focused on scanning the shelves for the book, and doesn't hear what they say properly. Are they offering help?

[still, this kind of pace is more what he’s used to. Even in the summer heat, it’s good to push himself, and the rhythm of training is familiar and soothing and even with the scuffs in the dirt and the pockmarks from cleats the grass is soft when he flings himself down on it, resting. it might not be the best thing to do, but he doesn’t care at the moment.]

[he’s closed his eyes against the glare when a shadow falls over him, prompting him to reach up and check his hair to make sure his bangs haven’t fallen askew and revealed his scarring or something. But no, they’re still in place.]

The field? Ruby looks down at his feet and realizes that he is indeed on the field - the outskirts, where the players are running. He hurriedly steps out, mindful of some of the tired people barely concentrating on more than putting one foot in front of another. The last thing they need is to crash into him.

"No. Thanks," he mumbles, in a hurry to get to the reason why he came to the field in the first place.

"Well, sorry," he blurts out. The red-eyed boy shifts his gaze to her sleeves to make it explicit that he's not ogling her or anything.

Her face flushed as he stopped so close, the small raven wasn’t used to the lack of personal space. “Your soufflés? Are they not rising??”

Name: Meta (online alias) Nicknames: i remember being called 'Jiji' when i was younger smh Wishlist Nickname: naw Birthday: august 24 Height: 164cm-ish i think? Eye Color: brown Hair Color: brownish black Ethnicity: korean Lives in: toronto, ontario Hobbies: vidya games, reading, making fun of will herondale Warning: terrible human being Struggling With: the above

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That never bothered him enough to make him stop taking little naps here and there whenever he has the chance to though. Which is why, at that moment, the raven had his head resting against a palm, elbow pressed on the desk in front of him and eyes closed, his chest moving up and down slowly as he slept away. He probably looked almost unarmed.

And he would have continued his resting time, if it hadn’t been for the sound of steps inside the once silent classroom that shook him awake. Blinking tiredly for a second, Kyoya only spared the boy sitting a few meters ahead a glance before stretching his arms up, muffling a yawn against his palm afterwards.

Oh right. Class was about to start.

Well, the red-eyed teen supposed, he wouldn't have gotten the position at a prestigious academy if he wasn't knowledgeable enough. Not to mention that the young teacher was easy on the eyes. Ruby wouldn't have known what to do if his first-period teacher, say, had a terrible fashion sense. Mismatched socks and polkadot-patterned neon green vests were something no one should ever have the displeasure of starting the day with.

He almost doesn't expect the teacher to wake up anytime soon; of course, class in starting in a few minutes. The raven-haired man must have come here early to prepare.

"Er, my name's Ruby, sir." His introduction comes out a little hesitant, unsure of how to talk to an authority figure. The hatted teen figures it's not the time to ramble on about fashion, or compliment the teacher's sense of style. "It's great to be a part of your class...?"