#r.para.

She let out a soft yelp before hushing him. “Y-You’re not suppose to say that outloud!” She squeaked out. Her cheeks turned a light pink, already regretting the whole idea. All she wanted to do was get out of class, the only way without the teacher knowing was to jump out the window. Normally she didn’t skip class (she was too scared) but there was nothing wrong with taking some risk, right? Of course she didn’t mind,given that her father and brother were both great at acrobatics so Jasper didn’t exactly “disappoint” when it came to this field. Then there was some random stranger next to her. Why she allowed him to join her, she still questions to this moment. “Y-You’re not hurt..right?” She leaned towards him,forcefully lifting his arm up in attempt to find any sort of injuries. If he got hurt, who knows what Nightwing might do. Who knows what James might do?

He lets out a bright, loud laugh and grins at the girl, ruffling her hair. A little excitement wasn’t that bad, but the girl apparently thought otherwise. How else were you supposed to skip class in some amazingly, epic way? Out the window of course! And thankfully there were shrubs to break their fall (even if it still did hurt quite a bit). He’s used to skipping classes, but he’d just... straight out not attend class, but this. This is quite different from his usual endeavors. "No injuries!” He exclaims. “Wouldn’t want to worry a pretty girl like you.” 

averyxparker 

This is the last thing he needs from a stupid photography club (he’s kidding, he loves photography), a project with a vague topic. He already has assignments and homework to attend to, but with this on top of it he can’t help but to groan. Sure he likes photography, but it’s merely a hobby and he can’t bring himself to get anymore invested into it, he’s already dedicated his entire life to music, he can’t just betray music for photography! At least they were allowed a partner for this, if he had to do this himself he would cry. Yet here they were, a week before deadline, in a state of panic.

They haven’t even touched the assignment.

marvinwayne 

Math is the bane of his existence, the reason why he’s even still in school. If he hadn’t failed his calculus class, maybe he would be free from the clutches of the education system. Yet he finds himself here, cursing himself and his incompetence with academics. That’s why he’s taking statistics, but even the class that isn’t even considered a math is the bane of his existence. Whoever told him that a confidence interval is the amount of confidence you have is a liar (Jian, he can only blame him). He’s lucky to even have someone to tutor him, luckier that it’s someone who actually likes math and only asks for food as payment. Bless Marvin Wayne and his willingness to help someone as pathetic as him.

alxarose 

It’s not often that Lukas plays his guitar for other reasons that aren’t badly serenading girls. Rarely does he play his guitar out of pure enjoyment—not since the slump had hit him. He finds himself in a quiet hallway, perfect place to play his guitar (and probably disturb classes, but who cares). He opens the case, taking his guitar out and places it on his leg, careful to not let it slip out of his grip. He gives it a strum, grins and begins playing a soft tune. His fingers skillfully pluck at the chords, skimming over string on the neck and it gradually gets louder. He looks up and stops mid-song as he notices a familiar figure.

Failed attempt number fourteen, but it’s fine. Maybe they’re not fond of being serenaded by a guitar and an original song, but Lukas has learned to take rejection with a grain of salt. It’s always like this, a cycle of repeated failure and no girls taking his attempts to woo them seriously (but again, he doesn’t take himself seriously either). It’s fine, he isn’t sad or anything. He’s not sniffling or trying to hold back tears, he’s used to these reactions (and slaps, he’s used to that too). He sighs, picks up his guitar and turns, not expecting to see a boy staring in his direction with what he thinks is an amused expression.

This isn’t what he expected. Lukas hadn’t expected this, oh no, he didn’t. Along with the many other odd events that had been occurring within the school, he hadn’t expected this. He’s finally adjusted to the school and he’s finally made some friends (even if that had only taken a day). He had texted Sayaka in hopes to hang out with her, or something (while praying that she wouldn’t end up socking him in the face once more) and he had agreed. And so with his guitar carefully slung onto his back, he waited at where they had agreed to meet up. But what he gets instead is a boy—a boy, not the pretty Japanese girl he’s used to seeing, but a boy claiming that they’re Sayaka.