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GUYS. I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!! ;A; But for now, I hope you all find this chapter up to your expectations!

"Hey! (Name), wait up!" IA yells after the girl vanishing down the corridor, "What's the matter with you?!"

The (hair colour) sends her a sheepish thumbs up, and then trips over her own two feet. IA groans, Mayu clasps a hand to her mouth and Teto laughs, tearing down the hallway to help you up. A few bewildered students leaving their lesson look at you with judgemental eyes, but as you sit up and rub your head, the only person you can see down the hallway is none other than the blonde-haired Kagamine Len.

That expression on his face is unreadable, but as he makes eye contact with you, you feel his piercing blue eyes shoot a hole into your head- literally. A jolt of pain sends you doubling over slightly. Stifling a cringe, you clasp your hand to your forehead and force yourself to stand.

"Are you alright, (Name)-chan?" Teto asks, her cheery tone laced with concern.

"I-I'm fine," you insist, meekly shaking your head as you smile up at her. The throbbing has begun to die down, but it leaves your thoughts mangled like the discarded contents in a trash can.

Trash. Haha. You giggle to yourself as you remember how your meme-obsessed biology classmate, Oliver, used to call himself trash. 'I'm not obsessed with collecting useless junk, it's just that useless junk is trash and I'm the trashcan'. Just the thought of it makes you feel a bit better.

"That's good~!" Teto sang, pulling you up and dragging you up the stairs. You protest, but your soft words are ignored as usual, "Come on, let's go, let's goooo~ We're gonna be late for....."

She falters, looking at the ceiling inquisitively, and you try to come to her aid. "Design Technology," you say helpfully.

"Ah, that's right!" She exclaims, knocking her fist onto her palm, "Design Technology! I'm such a genius~! But come on, come on, let's gooo~!"

The rest of the class watches the eternally-high-on-sugar redhead drag her helpless friend along with glances that range between judgemental stares and sympathetic gazes. Kaito Shion, in particular, is intrigued by this strange scene that has played out before him and his group of friends.

"Oh, isn't that (Name)-chan?" Kaito asks, cheerily cocking his head to the side.

"Disgraceful," responds Gakupo coldly to him, "Calling a girl by her first name when you are barely aquatinted with her? I expected better of you, Shion."

"Oh, lighten up, Kamui!" Kaito laughs, "(name) is a nice name, isn't it? I just can't help but say it. It flows so well~"

"Do not call me by my first name, you savage," says Gakupo, though he himself is acting savagely hostile. He makes a motion like he's reaching for a katana at his side, but he doesn't have one. He cusses silently.

"Hahaha, so serious like always! But anyways, what do you think, Len?" Kaito turns to the blonde, who is slipping on his shoes. He looks up, the emotion in his sharp eyes unreadable.

"Think of what?" Len asks, annoyed.

"That girl, (Name)!" Kaito grins, "Pretty cute, isn't she? The way she stutters and is so shy reminds me just too much of one of my girlfriends! So cute, so cute~"

"Hmph," Len laughs dryly, "By girlfriends, are you referring to your pathetic 2D dating simulator shadow puppets? I can't help but feel sorry for you, Shion. For the heir of MION enterprises, you act much differently than most people expect you to."

Kaito brushes that aside nonchalantly. "Mm-hmm, whatever. Live in the present, Lennykins. Face forward. Think of getting a girlfriend! With that sour attitude of yours, there's no way girls will want to affiliate themselves with you apart from gazing at you in awe from far away. Isn't there anyone you like?"

"Idiot," Len snaps, eyebrows crinkling in annoyance, "That's none of your business."

With that, he disappears down the corridor, the cardigan tied around his waist billowing in the breeze that he leaves behind; his ponytail sways and a few loose strands of golden hair frame his face. A few girls watching swoon, captivated by his picture-perfect exit, and once he is out of earshot, they begin to excitedly gossip about him. Kaito and Gakupo are left standing there with really nothing much left to say (picture them with those anime line and sweat-drop things on their faces, with a dark blue and ellipses in the background).

"That is what he says," Gakupo muses to himself, "But is that what he truly means?"

Walking by himself to the Design Technology classroom, Len Kagamine's piercing electric eyes do not leave the ground. He loses himself in his thoughts, but mostly, he's overwhelmed by a single person that he hadn't paid much attention to before.

That person is none other than you.

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GUYS. I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!! ;A; But for now, I hope you all find this chapter up to your expectations!

"Hey! (Name), wait up!" IA yells after the girl vanishing down the corridor, "What's the matter with you?!"

The (hair colour) sends her a sheepish thumbs up, and then trips over her own two feet. IA groans, Mayu clasps a hand to her mouth and Teto laughs, tearing down the hallway to help you up. A few bewildered students leaving their lesson look at you with judgemental eyes, but as you sit up and rub your head, the only person you can see down the hallway is none other than the blonde-haired Kagamine Len.

That expression on his face is unreadable, but as he makes eye contact with you, you feel his piercing blue eyes shoot a hole into your head- literally. A jolt of pain sends you doubling over slightly. Stifling a cringe, you clasp your hand to your forehead and force yourself to stand.

"Are you alright, (Name)-chan?" Teto asks, her cheery tone laced with concern.

"I-I'm fine," you insist, meekly shaking your head as you smile up at her. The throbbing has begun to die down, but it leaves your thoughts mangled like the discarded contents in a trash can.

Trash. Haha. You giggle to yourself as you remember how your meme-obsessed biology classmate, Oliver, used to call himself trash. 'I'm not obsessed with collecting useless junk, it's just that useless junk is trash and I'm the trashcan'. Just the thought of it makes you feel a bit better.

"That's good~!" Teto sang, pulling you up and dragging you up the stairs. You protest, but your soft words are ignored as usual, "Come on, let's go, let's goooo~ We're gonna be late for....."

She falters, looking at the ceiling inquisitively, and you try to come to her aid. "Design Technology," you say helpfully.

"Ah, that's right!" She exclaims, knocking her fist onto her palm, "Design Technology! I'm such a genius~! But come on, come on, let's gooo~!"

The rest of the class watches the eternally-high-on-sugar redhead drag her helpless friend along with glances that range between judgemental stares and sympathetic gazes. Kaito Shion, in particular, is intrigued by this strange scene that has played out before him and his group of friends.

"Oh, isn't that (Name)-chan?" Kaito asks, cheerily cocking his head to the side.

"Disgraceful," responds Gakupo coldly to him, "Calling a girl by her first name when you are barely aquatinted with her? I expected better of you, Shion."

"Oh, lighten up, Kamui!" Kaito laughs, "(name) is a nice name, isn't it? I just can't help but say it. It flows so well~"

"Do not call me by my first name, you savage," says Gakupo, though he himself is acting savagely hostile. He makes a motion like he's reaching for a katana at his side, but he doesn't have one. He cusses silently.

"Hahaha, so serious like always! But anyways, what do you think, Len?" Kaito turns to the blonde, who is slipping on his shoes. He looks up, the emotion in his sharp eyes unreadable.

"Think of what?" Len asks, annoyed.

"That girl, (Name)!" Kaito grins, "Pretty cute, isn't she? The way she stutters and is so shy reminds me just too much of one of my girlfriends! So cute, so cute~"

"Hmph," Len laughs dryly, "By girlfriends, are you referring to your pathetic 2D dating simulator shadow puppets? I can't help but feel sorry for you, Shion. For the heir of MION enterprises, you act much differently than most people expect you to."

Kaito brushes that aside nonchalantly. "Mm-hmm, whatever. Live in the present, Lennykins. Face forward. Think of getting a girlfriend! With that sour attitude of yours, there's no way girls will want to affiliate themselves with you apart from gazing at you in awe from far away. Isn't there anyone you like?"

"Idiot," Len snaps, eyebrows crinkling in annoyance, "That's none of your business."

With that, he disappears down the corridor, the cardigan tied around his waist billowing in the breeze that he leaves behind; his ponytail sways and a few loose strands of golden hair frame his face. A few girls watching swoon, captivated by his picture-perfect exit, and once he is out of earshot, they begin to excitedly gossip about him. Kaito and Gakupo are left standing there with really nothing much left to say (picture them with those anime line and sweat-drop things on their faces, with a dark blue and ellipses in the background).

"That is what he says," Gakupo muses to himself, "But is that what he truly means?"

Walking by himself to the Design Technology classroom, Len Kagamine's piercing electric eyes do not leave the ground. He loses himself in his thoughts, but mostly, he's overwhelmed by a single person that he hadn't paid much attention to before.

That person is none other than you.