a/n; A small series I decided to start...near the end of the school year!

I don't know science, or chemistry as well as I should, so I hope I'm not too off the line.

[Manabe/Reader]

Science Class

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Science Class was nothing more than a simpletons playground for your so called classmates; they were like a bunch of rowdy, brainless, and completely attention lacking idiots who dared to purposefully mix the wrong ingredients to fuel their childish minds. You could only roll your eyes as the infamous Matsukaze Tenma, and Tsurugi Kyousuke attempted another futile endeavor at creating a fluid that wouldn't explode for once.

You weren't surprised by the chemical reaction that bubbled from their little experiment: they should've gone for the green tube...not the blue.

If anything it discreetly humored you to the point where a barely inaudible chortle flew past your lips, and caught the seething attention of Tsurugi. Who seemed to have of wasted no time in shooting you a harsh glare that would make anyone quiver under it's heat. Too bad for him you gave zero cares and that action didn't faze you at all.

What fazed you mostly was your teacher's announcement...

"Now listen up everyone! The next assignment, which is due at the end of class, requires partnership so I've divided everyone up into equal groups," his smoky voice didn't penetrate anyone from not groaning in exasperation and pain. They hated getting partnered up with someone they supposedly didn't like. But you trusted your teacher's judgement, because hey, Mr. Kazemaru was pretty hot when that one visible sultry, and golden orb stared at the class with an inkling of judgmental stability lurking in there.

This wasn't any time to be contemplating whether or not you held any attraction to your teacher, [Name]!

"[Last Name], Manabe, and Minaho!"

Let's take back what you said about him being hot, alright? There's no way you were going to be paired with those two! They were both geniuses, just like you, however you refused to succumb into working with anyone! Your structure as a student, and success in your academic skills rooted from the very simple fact that you couldn't tolerate anyone's behavior, and so you opted to work alone.

Mr. Kazemaru knew that, and yet he still throws you into a group with that duo? "Uh, excuse me-" your comment was promptly cut off as the teacher declared the next set of pairs. At least it wasn't with Matsukaze or Tsurugi...or even worse: Kariya. He once articulated a concoction that exploded into sweet little Hikaru's face, and the purple-haired freshmen had to scrape off a strange orange substance from his hair for hours.

Needless to say, you would've killed yourself before even attempting to work with that stupid prankster.

You rose from your seat after seeing Manabe and Minaho already step foot into the disorganized closet filled to the brim with lab coats, goggles, and gloves; the few things necessary before tackling any form of chemistry in the lab. Swiftly pulling your hair into your desired form to pry it away from getting into your face whilst working, you joined the two in rifling through and getting the properly fitting items required.

You snapped the goggles over your eyes, that jarring sting twisting around your eyes for a brief moment as you adjusted them to perfection. Manabe had to cautiously slip off his glasses for the goggles, and you had to admit in that flash of time where nothing occupied his vision, he looked pretty darn good. You glanced over at Minaho and quickly clasped a hand over your mouth, oh my god, he looked ridiculous wearing those goggles.

Coughing into the palm of your hand and giving an innocent whistle when Minaho glanced curiously over at you, and you got the hint that he might've, okay, most likely heard you laugh. But he didn't know at what, and it bothered him slightly. The three of you then situated yourselves in your designated lab spot, the ingredients needed for the experiment already laid out before you; just scrambled up to jot you into probing your memories, and seeing if you can correctly figure out what to do.

"Based on my calculations, we don't need half of these highly concentrated supplements. We can easily subdue the fizzing when it occurs by substituting the solute, and corresponding it with something else. Simple," Manabe sagaciously jabbered on with his accurate explanation. Although all the things needed to follow the written instructions on the bored are prepared in front of you, this guy is still trying to make it easier.

You heaved a small sigh, "Why can't we just fill the volumetric flask with the deionized water, and use more heat to burn the solute?" Like the board says.

"[Name]-chan's right. We could take easy steps, and start off small. The reaction may not be as affective if we add what we're not suppose to, and keep the ions settled?" Minaho piped up, noticing with his keen sight of human knowledge that you tensed up for a moment when you spoke, and he thought he'd alleviate any stress building up by agreeing to your terms and backing you up.

A visible amount of sweat trickled down the side of Manabe's face, and he went to push up his glasses to stave of his embarrassment but was met with an even more humiliating fate...he wasn't wearing his glasses, so his finger simply tapped against his goggles and created a very amusing reaction of distress from the purple-haired male.

Both you and Minaho found yourselves unable to fend off the incoming swarm of laughing jitters, and you both released the same intensity of hollowing laughter. Manabe felt that rush of indignation, like the two of you were teaming up against him, and he cocked his head away from the two of you in a snit.

"For someone so smart you sure make a fuss over something so trivial," you murmured out and when the other two picked up on it, they couldn't tell if that was meant to mock him or what.

Manabe brought his gaze back to you, a sense of anger flaring off in his eyes. "I do not! I just don't appreciate the two of you laughing at me," he fumed.

"Ah, but aren't you just upset I took [Name]-chan's side over your own?" Minaho inquired, an eyebrow steadily rising in suspicion as he interrogated his friend. That question seemed to spark something in Manabe, as he took up a slightly defensive position by raising a singular arm in front of him. But before Manabe could give a shout of protest or anything, Minaho continued. "...Especially since you were trying to impress her!"

The accusation was thrown into the air like a night slash, cutting through both yours and Manabe's hearts faster than any arrow could.

This...this doofus who forgot he wasn't wearing glasses was trying to impress you? He's gonna have to do a lot better than what he did. Truth be told, this little quarrel these two decided to embark in was quite humorous, and comical. If this wasn't the middle of class, you'd unwind a bit with a luxurious bag of cheap microwaved popcorn. But to be real, your heart did speed up at the thought of someone working diligently in order to impress you.

"P-Please, Minaho-kun!" Manabe could feel heat just sear on his cheeks like the summer sun, and he had to turn around in order to avoid the notion that you saw his face as red as a pepper. "Be quiet!" Manabe will never find any consolidation in Minaho again about his feelings, the calculations of upholding that being 100%.

"That reaction gives me all that I need to verify my testimony," was all Minaho had to say as that proud, and sneaky charm of his lurked it's way into his voice and glowing green eyes.

It's about time you came back into this conversation. "Okay, yeah; you were trying to impress me, but that doesn't change the fact that we haven't gotten a single thing done and time is running out."

HOLY SHIT—

So absorbed within their tiny debate, they had completely forgotten about the project they were suppose to do(well, you too but...). The two boys, along with you, both were ushered to finish with the remaining amount of time putting an edge of pressure against your backs. But, somehow...somehow, things managed to work out. It would've went a whole lot smoother had you not been paired up with four-eyes, and mr. detective.

It was a change of pace for you, working alongside two other people, something you never would've even gave a second thought about if you weren't thrown into the situation without warning. In the end, you delved into what was scrawled on the blackboard instead of trying to cooperate with Manabe who had constantly insisted doing it his way.

He had done his calculations, and in your eyes they were 100% useless.

The bell rung to signal all the kids out from their seats and into the flooding, crowding hallways for a break or their next class, and you along with everyone else managed to get your things and leave the room. Except, unironically, you were one of the last few straining people who had yet to flee the room. You, and Manabe were still hurriedly stuffing things within your bags like it was some secret race.

He finished first, giving you a quick look and thanking everything he hadn't made eye contact with you, that'd be just awkward for him at this point. He got to the door before he felt fingers wrung around his pale wrist and tug him back a bit.

"If you're going to impress me...you're gonna have to do a lot harder than that!" you winked, protruding your tongue out at him for a moment before bringing your lips closer to him and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Well, I'll see you, Prince Charming."

And you were off.

Goddammit, you were making fun of him again! But...your challenge sounded promising, and the warmth in his cheeks pervaded his senses enough to give him a bounce in his step as he rushed off to his next class.