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A low, strained groan slipped past your lips as you stirred, your body protesting against the stiffness that had settled into your neck and shoulders. The desk beneath you was hard and unforgiving, far from comfortable, and your arm had gone numb from being used as a pillow. You shifted slightly, trying to ease the tension, your cheek dragging faintly against the surface as you searched for a better position.
A quiet snicker reached yours ears.
Before you could fully react, a large hand slipped into your hair, fingers brushing through it in a way that was far more playful than gentle. It wasnāt trying to soothe youāit was deliberately messing it up, lightly tugging and ruffling. You let out a soft, annoyed sound and turned your head away, but the hand followed, persistent. With a more audible whine, you shoved it away.
A warm chuckle answered immediately.
That was enough to pull you out of your half-sleep. You lifted your head, eyes opening with clear irritation, ready to glare at whoever had decided to ruin your peaceful sleepā well, not exactly peaceful, but still your sleep.
Instead, you were met with warm, sky-colored eyes.
Your childhood friendāPhainon. šššš ššš ššš šššš¢ šššššš.
He was sitting right across from you, his elbow resting on the desk, his cheek propped against his hand as he watched you with quiet amusement. His other hand lingered near yours, as if he had only just pulled it back. For a second, your thoughts lagged behind the situation, still caught between sleep and awareness.
His desk had been dragged right up in front of yours, pressed directly against yours so neatly there wasnāt even a gap between them. You were certain it hadnāt been like that before you fell asleep, which meant he had done it while you were out.
Your expression shifted into a sharper glare, and right on cue, his smile widened, clearly pleased with your reaction.
You exhaled through your nose and pushed yourself upright, rolling your shoulders slightly to shake off the stiffness. A few quiet complaints slipped from you, half-muttered and unfocused, but he only responded with a soft hum, agreeing without understanding a single word, as if he didnāt mind your irritation in the slightest.
Clicking your tongue, you finally looked away from him and took in your surroundings.
The classroom had changed. The bright daylight you remembered had softened into a warm, golden glow that stretched across the room, settling over desks and pooling along the floor. Dust floated lazily in the light, and the usual noiseāvoices, movement, the scrape of chairsāwas gone.
Every desk was empty. The students who had stayed behind to clean had disappeared.
Everyone was gone, except for you and him.
āā¦Where is everyone?ā you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
āThey all went home,ā Phainon replied simply.
āAlready? Donāt people usually stick around a bit longer after cleaning?ā
He gave a small shrug. āYeah, but I told them Iād handle everything myself after you fell asleep,ā he said, a hint of pride in his voice. āSoooā¦ they all left right away.ā
There was a hint of satisfaction in his tone, and that alone made your brows draw together in disbelief now fully processing his words.
āWhat did I tell you about doing that?ā you started. āYou donāt have to do everything for peopleāand you couldāve at least woken me up to help! I know it was your turn to clean, sure, but stillā¦ā
For a brief moment, he seemed a little flustered. His gaze slipped away, and he started fidgeting lightly with his hands before mumbling more shyly, āIt didnāt take that longā¦ and you looked sooo peaceful. I didnāt really want to wake you.ā
Your irritation didnāt disappear, but it softened enough that you didnāt push it further. You just let out a small huff in response.
āā¦Itās really late now,ā you added after a moment, your gaze drifting toward the windows. The sun was already lowering in the sky, casting long shadows across the courtyard outside. āDo you know what time it is? And arenāt [šš“š³š°š²šš“š³] and [šš“š³š°š²šš“š³] supposed to be waiting for us at the club?ā
Phainon stilled slightly at that. It was subtleāeasy to missābut something in his expression tightened just a fraction, his eyes settling on you in a way that felt just a bit too focused.
You blinked, and the moment passed as quickly as it happened.
He looked the same as before, leaning casually against his hand once more, his expression soft and almost amused.
āYou knowā¦ā you started, but the rest of your sentence faltered. Your brows furrowed as you tried to recall the names you had just been thinking of. They had been there a second ago, clear enough to say out loud, and nowā
You stayed quiet, trying to piece it together, but the more you tried remember, the more it slipped away. Something. Someone.
Phainon simply watched you, saying nothing at first, his gaze steady as you struggle in silence.
After a few seconds, he let out a small chuckle. āAnd what club are you even talking about? It's always been just you and me here. Whatever you were dreaming about, mustāve been pretty interesting..ā
You sighed, the frustration settling in. A dream. It mustāve been a dream. But you couldnāt remember it at all anymore, which only made it more irritating.
āā¦Right,ā you said, not sounding entirely convinced.
By the time you looked up again, he had already stood up. Your attention followed him as he leaned slightly toward the desk beside his and lifted a sheet of aluminum foil off a plateā
Revealing a pile of cupcakes underneath. They were decorated in an almost overly cute way, topped with thick swirls of bright pink frosting and small details that made them look almost too neat.
You didnāt remember seeing them earlier.
Phainon picked one up and took a bite without hesitation, not bothering with the crumbs falling onto his shirt. A bit of frosting stuck to his lips, and he licked it away absentmindedly, letting out a soft, satisfied hum.
āOh, thatās so cute!" a giddy little laugh slipping out as you couldnāt stop smiling at the almost ridiculously pink cupcakes āWho made those? ā
He glanced at you, immediately putting on a mildly offended expression, even with half a cupcake still in his mouth. āFirstā rude of you to assume I couldnāt make these!ā
You gave him a look, unimpressed, and he held it for a second before smiling slightly.
āAnd secondā you were right, though. Theyāre from a friend,ā he admitted after swallowing. āYou should try one. Theyāre reallyyy good. Itās just a shame he had to left the school because of ššš ššššššā¦ he wonāt be able to make me any more now, it was his last day here.ā
āAwh, really? Thatās too bad. I wouldāve liked to meet one of your friends.ā
āHeyāā he cut in, sounding lightly indignant, though there was something else underneath it. āMy amazing company is not enough?ā
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile still slipped through. āOh, please. Donāt even start, you big baby.ā
That only made him grin wider. He seemed oddly pleased by your reaction as he stepped closer and extended a hand toward you.
āCome on,ā he said. āWe should go. Weāre already lucky no teacher found us still here..ā
You looked at his hand for a brief moment before taking it, letting him pull you up even though you didnāt actually need the help.
āWell, maybe if someone hadnāt let me sleep for that longā¦ā
āI told you, I didnāt have the heart to wake you!ā
āWhat kind of stupid excuse is that?!ā
You turned to grab your bag, which had been resting neatly against the back of your chair. But before you could sling it over your shoulder, Phainon had already picked it up for you.
He slung it over his shoulder with a bit more care than necessaryāyour bag, of courseābefore casually grabbing his own. Just seconds ago, the two had been pressed šššššššš šššššššš šššššššš, side by side.
Unlike yours, he barely paid his any attention, letting it hang loosely from his hand as he gave it an absent-minded swing.
By the time you stepped out into the hallway, your voices echoed softly against the empty walls as you continued bickering, your footsteps the only other sound in the quiet building.
Back in the classroom, the cupcakes were left behind on the desk, forgotten, sitting in the fading sunlight. The warmth in the room lingered just enough for the frosting to begin softening, slowly losing its shape.
By the time night fell, it would melt.
By Monday, theyād probably be found like thatāruined and inedible, šššššššššš, only to be thrown away without much thought.
Still, it was a strange thing to leave behind.
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AN : If you mess with the saturation on the drawing thereās a slight chance youāll discover something quite fun! ((work the best with ibis
Edit: LMAO not nobody understanding the whole hidden textšš
Dm me or comment if you have difficulty to find/understand it.<33
And leave a like as well twin pls
Anyways it was SOOOOO fun doing that whole thing, I would loveee to do more of this whole Doki Doki Au thing. I hope everybody did catch all of the Doki Doki rĆ©fĆ©rence and all the allusion!! If Iām not wrong thereās 4 things hidden or idk I forgot.š
Yuri = idk who to putš
If you have any ideas, tell me. No need for the personality to really match anyways.
