I DO NOT OWN kuroshitsuji.
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"Class please take your seats class is about to begin . Please take out the sighed sheets I- wait, we have a new late student. Sir, can you please stand up and introduce yourself", said the teacher.
He got up from his seat and spoke, "I am Ciel Phantomhive".
"The Ciel Phantomhive? from noble family Phantomhive, the owner of the Funtom Company?", the teacher looked as if he was about to ask for his autograph.
The spazzy teacher continued, " So what made you decide to come to our, uh, high school? Its not a well known school or has prestige
"Thats precisely why. I needed to focus on my studies without the disturbance of the media and such", he answered. His voice was so smooth and such a crisp, its hard to describe but he is very refined and polite. After all he is a noble.
The teacher thanked Ciel for his answers and asked the class to introduce themselves one by one in order to help Ciel get to know the class better. Which I don't know how many times I have said my name and dislikes or likes, its really annoying.
" alright class lets start!", the teacher asked us to stay our name, favorite food, favorite drink, non alcoholic of course, and a hobby.
So one by one, row by row, people began mentioning that coca-cola was the best and pizza or cheeseburger was their favorite. It was boring, almost everyone mentioned they like basketball.
Next up is me.
"Hello, my name is Maria. I like pastries and Earl Grey Vanilla Tea, my hobby is painting and sketching".
In the background i hear someone whispering, " She likes that fancy shit huh!". Everyone in a fit of giggles, containing laughter and tears. Paul ducked down his head so I couldn't see or hear him laughing.
Annoyed, I sat back down and looked at my were carving of stick figures and the occasional penises. Yes! thats righ s! High school kids are really immature. I let off a big sigh and looked at my other classmates and listen to their answers.
Then after a long wait, finally Ciel goes. " Again, my name is Ciel Phantomhive. I like scones and my favorite drink is also Earl Grey. My hobbies are board games and reading". He sat back down and the whole class didn't say a word. No funny englishman jokes or a "pip pip cheerio' joke, nada1. Not even questioning his flippen eye patch! I sighed and glanced at Ciel.
The teacher continued his lesson, going on and on about stuff and shit. Which I blanked out and daydream the whole time.
Not even realizing that I have been staring at him for a while, he looked back and smirked at me. He mouthed, "what?". He laughed and i immediately looked back at the teacher, casually, as if I wasn't really staring at him. Putting on mah po po po poker face. But internally i was freaking out! How embarrassing!
The bell rang and everyone was off to their next period. Packed up all my junk and headed out towards the door. As I pass through I feel someone touch my shoulder.
"Hello", he smiled. 'Shit too bright too bright!'.
I answered, "What's up?". ' aaaaayyyyy Maria are you from the hood, this is a classy mother fucker, what were you thinking'. Trying to avoid all my internal thoughts display in my face I look at Ciel.
" Would you be so kind in helping me find my next class" he smiled and waited for my reply.
" Sure!", dammit I sound too desperate!, " Can I see your schedule?" he gently "bestow" his paper onto my hands and for just a second, I felt his fingertips brush against my palm. His hands were cold. 'Shit mine are sweaty, geezzz he might be grossed out'.
I looked at his schedule, and what a coincidence, we are all in the same classes. I pull out my schedule to double check if this miracle was real! and it was.
Then I felt something come closer to me. He was right next to my cheek and leaned in to see for himself.
" Well would you look at that, we have the same classes" he smiled and looked at me, still close to me. " Then that means I have to stick close to you".
"uh huh", My voice cracked and felt my face red and burning. " we should be going".
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1 Nada means nothing in Spanish