So Happy that my story has its 5k reads completed.
If you love school love , self growth, Classmate to lovers , one sided live tropes, IDOL life ,this book is for you.
Summary :
"She was just a quiet girl in a school uniform. He was just a boy sitting beside her in class."
Before the world knew him as V,
Before the stage lights, the fame, and the global cheers-
He was just Taehyung.
This is a story of stolen glances, unspoken feelings, and a love that never asked to be returned. It's a journey of growing up, letting go, and loving someone from afar-just like the moon.
A deep-dive into selfless love and destiny, this Taehyung Fanfiction follows the journey of a girl who once knew the boy behind the fame.
Kim Taehyung Fanfiction: Completed
"She was just a quiet girl in a school uniform. He was just a boy sitting beside her in class."
Before
Chapter 2: April 25 - A Simple Pen, A Silent Intent
5NY0PSIS: As class president, he carefully pairs himself with you, hoping to make the most of this seemingly mundane task
TAGS: KAZUHA X READER... not yet, awkward conversations, SLOW BURNN, fluff, one-sided (or is it?), FLUFF, heizou + kuki + tomo appearance, 3RD+2ND POV, USE OF Y/N, no use of italics or bold fonts (i got lazy..) NOT PROOFREAD.
WC: 3, 701
A/N Seriously... I don't know if this is a slow-burn romance or just a painfully slow Kazuha trying to find the right words. Anyway, thank you for reading!!
The morning light poured into the classroom, dust particles drifting in its golden glow. The faint rustling of papers and murmur idle conversations filled the air as students of Class 4-B settled in.
Kaedahara Kazuha leaned against the window, his crimson eyes gazing out at the cherry blossoms swaying gently in the breeze while he listened to the morning announcements. He seemed perfectly fine, his calm expression undisturbed by the chatters around him.
But beneath his composed exterior, his heart beats with a restless rhythm.
Today was the first time he would be able to see the fruits of his carefully crafted cleanup schedule, one he had painstakingly arranged just last week.
As class president, his second task —after settling the seating arrangement— had been to organize the duties for the after-class cleanup. Kazuha approached this responsibility with fairness, mapping out the tasks, balancing the workload, and pairing everyone with suitable partners
And yet…
He couldn’t deny that his pen lingered just a moment too long when it came to your name.
As the bell rang, Mr. Takahashi strode into the room, his presence immediately silencing the class. “ALRIGHT!! LISTEN UP!” Mr. Takahashi said, his voice stern as he adjusted his glasses, “We assigned after-class cleanup partners for the term. Class President, the floor is yours”
Kazuha rose from his seat, holding a neatly organized list. He glanced at Heizou, who gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up.
Clearing his throat, Kazuha began.
“The pairings were arranged to ensure fairness and balance,” he said, his tone measured. “If anyone has concerns, please don't hesitate to speak to me later.”
The class nodded in unison in unison, and Kazuha began calling out names, one by one.
“Tomo and Shinobu,” Kazuha announced, his voice steady as always. Tomo grinned, flashing a thumbs-up in Shinobu’s direction, who simply nodded in acknowledgement. They somehow make a good team—Tomo’s carefree energy perfectly balanced by Shinobu’s sharp and efficient approach
“Kirara and Ayaka,” Kazuha continued, his voice a little louder than before. Kirara smiled brightly at Ayaka who offered her usual serene smile in return. Their pairing made perfect sense—both were hardworking and responsible in their own ways. Ayaka, with her composed nature, would surely complement Kirara’s live energy as well.
“Heizou and Yoimiya,” Kazuha called, the pair exchanging amused glances. “JACKPOT!” Heizou mused with a cheeky grin, while Yoimiya beamed back at him. The two had a dynamic brimming with mischievous energy. Their playful demeanor was contagious, drawing a few amused chuckles from the rest of the class as Kazuha prayed they wouldnt cause too much chaos..
A few more of the pairs were announced, his voice steady despite the slight edge of anticipation in the air.
Finally, he paused.
His gaze lingering on the last pair of names on the list.
Kazuha’s voice softened just slightly, “myself and [Y/N].”
The room remained quiet, though Kazuha didn’t miss the curious glance Heizou shot him.
He adjusted the paper in his hands and moved on to the next order of business, trying to appear unaffected.
He glanced up briefly to see you—[Y/N]—your expression unchanged, as if this was simply another day...
"Alright, everyone, don’t forget to bring your cleaning supplies after school," Mr. Takahashi continued, dismissing the class with a wave of his hand. "See you all again in a few hours."
Then on cue, lunch bell chimed, the classroom erupted into chatter as students unpacked their lunches and settled into their routines.
Kazuha, however, sat in his usual corner by the window, quietly unwrapping his bento box. He preferred the quiet moments, savoring the peace that only the calm before class could provide.
As he lifted a pair of chopsticks to take his first bite, he glanced toward the door where you were exiting the classroom. Your bright presence always stood out to him...
Though you weren’t the loudest, nor the most flamboyant, something about you, made him watch you with a quiet, growing fascination.
“KAZUHAA!” Tomo, as usual, broke his concentration with his booming voice.
Kazuha turned, startled, to see Tomo sliding into the seat in front of him. “You ever think about how ridiculous cleanup duty is?
Kazuha smiled gently, not at all surprised by the sudden intrusion. “It’s about fostering responsibility and teamwork. Besides, the janitors have enough to manage without having to clean up after us.”
“Ah, the noble class president,” Tomo teased, grinning. “Always the voice of reason.”
“You make it sound like it’s a.. bad thing,” Kazuha replied with an amused tilt of his head.
Before the conversation could continue, Heizou appeared by Kazuha’s side, his signature smirk firmly in place as he leaned casually against the desk. “What’s this? Talking about cleaning up after yourselves!? So boring!!! Let me guess, Kazuha—more ‘responsibility and teamwork’ talk?”
Kazuha glanced up, his smile barely hiding the hint of exasperation. “Is there something you want, Heizou?”
Heizou grinned mischievously. “Oh, nothing major...! Just thought I’d drop by to check on our noble president. So, how’s it feel, Kazuha? You’re the big man on campus now!!”
Kazuha sighed, knowing exactly where this was going. “It’s not that gonna be that simple, Heizou...”
“Oh, I’m sure...” Heizou said, tapping his chin. “I bet you have all sorts of complicated feelings about your position. But hey, I think I get it. It’s hard to be the most popular guy in the class.”
Tomo chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. “Yeah, especially when you’re trying to act all modest.”
Kazuha looked at his friend, deadpan. “What are you getting at, exactly?”
Heizou crossed his arms, his smirk widening. “Oh, nothing. Just wanted to remind you that being president comes with its perks, you know? Like… getting to pair yourself with someone specific for cleanup duuuutyyyyy...!!!”
Kazuha’s breath caught for a moment, though he quickly recovered. “I’m just following the seating arrangement. It’s purely coincidental.”
“Coincidental?” Heizou raised an eyebrow, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah and I'm Miko's brother.... You’re NOT fooling anyone, my friend. I know exactly what you’re up to!"
Tomo’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait, are you talking about…?” He glanced between Kazuha and Heizou.
“Yes, EXACTLY!” Heizou said, winking at Kazuha before turning his attention back to Tomo. “I’ll bet my last Katsudon that Kazuha purposely paired himself with [Y/N[ for cleanup duty!!!”
Kazuha felt his cheeks warm at the teasing. He was trying to be subtle, to act like it was just a coincidence... but Heizou wasn’t making it easy.
“Stop being so obvious,” Heizou continued, clearly enjoying Kazuha’s discomfort.
“You’ve been mooning over them since second year. Everyone’s gonna catch on if you don’t stop acting all giddy around them.”
Kazuha straightened his back and cleared his throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sureeeee you don’t,” Heizou said, smirking knowingly. “But you know, there’s no harm in letting them know, right? It’s your last year, after all.”
Kazuha was quiet for a moment. He could feel the weight of Heizou’s words.
But he wasn’t ready.
Not yet.
“Maybe it’s better to just keep it to myself,” Kazuha replied softly, though his voice betrayed a hint of uncertainty.
Heizou shrugged, looking almost sympathetically at him. “Your call, Kazuha. Just don’t take too long. Time’s running out...”
Just then, Shinobu entered the conversation, her calm presence a contrast to the banter around her. “You two are getting too loud. Can you save the gossip for after school...?”
Heizou raised his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll keep my observations to myself.... For now.”
Tomo chuckled, clearly entertained by the exchange. “Alright, alright, but you gotta admit, Kazuha—you’re not fooling anyone with that ‘coincidental pairing’ act.”
Kazuha gave him a wry smile, shaking his head. “Let’s just focus on something else, shall we?”
In the afternoon the, the bell rang once more, now signaling the end of the day which was met with a collective groan from the class.
Everyone began to gather their things, packing up books and chatting excitedly about the free time ahead. However, as the noise died down, Mr. Takahashi’s voice rang out sharply.
“Alright, everyone, time for cleanup duty. Let’s not drag this out. Get to your assigned tasks and finish it quickly!1 Kazuha! [Y/N]!! You're on duty for today!”
Kazuha stood, gathering his notes and setting them aside. He had half expected this moment—he’d already seen his name paired with yours on the roster earlier.
The thought of spending this time together should have excited him, but instead, it only brought a swell of nervousness.
What would he even say? How would he bridge the gap between the polite, detached student he was and the person he wished he could be when he was around you?
Kazuha took a deep breath, glancing at you as you stood up from your desk. You caught his eye for a moment, offering a small, friendly smile that made his heart flutter. His response was almost automatic—a soft smile, perhaps a bit more earnest than usual.
The classroom emptied out quickly, leaving just the two of you...
It was quiet, save for the faint scraping of your broom on the floor and the soft rustling of papers as Kazuha shuffled through his notes...
It was the perfect opportunity for a conversation, one he had been hoping for ever since he found out he'd be paired with you for cleanup duty.
He had to make the most of it, right?
After all, this was his chance to finally talk to you, to maybe connect beyond the passing greetings and small interactions of the past year.
He glanced up at you, trying to appear casual. “So... um... you like art, right?”
You paused for a moment, your broom hanging mid-air as you blinked at him. “Yeah... I do,” you answered slowly, as if trying to piece together why he’d bring it up now.
Kazuha rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how awkward it sounded. “Right, I remember you mentioned it before. I think you said you like drawing too?”
You nodded, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, that’s right. People, emotions... capturing moments like that"
Kazuha smiled a little, more relaxed now that the conversation was going somewhere. But then, of course, his nerves kicked in again, and the words stumbled out before he could think about them.
“That’s cool,” he said, too quickly.
“I mean, uh... it must be, like, hard to capture a person’s, like, essence, you know?” He winced at his own words, wishing he could take them back. “Uh, not that... I mean, you must be good at it, right? Sorry... I’m rambling.”
You chuckled lightly, easing the tension a bit. “It’s okay. I get what you mean. It’s hard to really capture the way someone is in a single moment, but... I guess that’s part of the fun, right? Trying to freeze time like that but then again I'm not that good at it though, its just a hobby to pass the time”
Kazuha nodded, but then quickly added, “Yeah, yeah, exactly. Like... it’s like... trying to trap a fleeting feeling... or something. Uh oh... poetry’s like that too. You know, trying to... capture the feeling of a moment with words.”
You tilted your head, surprised. “Oh, you write poetry?” you asked, genuinely interested.
“Uh, well, yeah,” Kazuha said, his words coming out more nervously now. “I do. It’s just... you know, little poems. Nothing serious. Mostly haikus. About nature and... other stuff.” He cleared his throat, suddenly embarrassed. “Sorry, I’m not trying to make this all about me or anything.”
You smiled, trying to hide the amusement in your eyes. “I’m not complaining,” you said softly. “It’s interesting, actually. I didn’t know you wrote poems.”
Kazuha felt his heart skip a beat. This was the moment. He had a chance to share something, to let you into his world.
He straightened up, trying to sound more confident. “Well... it’s kind of a way to, you know, express myself. Like how you use your art. Maybe one day, if you want... I could show you one of my poems?”
You hesitated for a second, glancing over at him. “I’d like that,” you said, a genuine smile on your face.
Kazuha smiled back, but his cheeks flushed a little. “Yeah? Cool. Cool. I’ll, uh... I’ll definitely get one ready sometime.”
Silence lingered between you two for a brief moment as you both continued with your tasks. Kazuha tried not to think too much about it, but the conversation had felt a little... strange, hadn't it?
He had tried to sound casual, but now that he was thinking about it, he realized he had blurted a lot of things out without really knowing if any of it made sense.
But maybe that was just how conversations were.
At least you hadn’t looked too uncomfortable... right?
"So," he said after a moment, trying to keep things light, "do you... uh, do you like listening to music while you draw? Or is it one of those things where you need quiet?"
You blinked, clearly thrown off by the sudden change in subject. “I... I usually listen to music, yeah,” you said slowly, as if trying to figure out where this was going. “I think it helps me get in the zone, you know?”
“That’s cool,” Kazuha said quickly, nodding a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah, music helps with, like, the mood and stuff, right? I mean, for poetry, I sometimes listen to... um... instrumental music. Helps me focus.”
You smiled again, this time with a bit more warmth. “Yeah, same here. Something calming, I guess.”
Kazuha felt his heart race a little, and then he immediately regretted it. “Right, calming. Yeah. I guess, uh... well, do you have a favorite artist or band or something?”
You thought for a moment. “I guess I like a bit of everything...! Maybe a bit biased to Classic Rock.”
“Classic rock?” Kazuha repeated, a little too loudly. He flushed, realizing how excited he sounded. “I didn’t know that. I mean, I’ve listened to a little bit of it too. Like, The Beatles and stuff... You know, the classics.”
You laughed, a light, amused sound that made Kazuha smile, though he felt a little embarrassed at how eager he had sounded. “Yeah, The Beatles are definitely classic. There’s something about old music that feels... timeless, right?”
“Totally,” Kazuha agreed quickly. “Yeah, exactly. It’s... timeless. I, uh... I think I’d like to hear what you draw to one day, you know? If you’re up for it.”
You gave him a soft nod, your expression kind. “Sure. I can show you some stuff sometime!"
Kazuha’s heart fluttered at the thought, but he tried to play it cool. “Great. I’ll look forward to it.”
As the conversation started to wind down, Kazuha realized he was probably making this all more complicated than it needed to be.
But that was just how he was, wasn’t it? Always overthinking, trying to make everything perfect when maybe just being himself would be enough.
“Alright, I guess we’re done here,” he said, trying to sound casual as he finished gathering his things.
You nodded, stretching your arms out above your head. “Yeah, looks like it. Thanks for helping with the cleanup.”
“No problem,” Kazuha said, offering you a small smile. “It wasn’t too bad, actually.”
You smiled back, gathering your things. “I’ll see you later, Kazuha. It was... nice... talking.”
“Yeah,” he said softly, watching as you turned to leave. “It really was.”
As you left the room, Kazuha stood there for a moment, letting the silence settle around him. He glanced down at his pencil case, and his gaze landed on the pen—the very same pen you had lent him back in second year.
Kazuha picked up the pen, tracing the surface with his fingers. He had kept it all this time, tucked away, a quiet reminder of that fleeting, simple moment.
The pen had come to symbolize more than just a tool—it was a connection, a brief interaction that had lingered in his mind, growing quietly but steadily with every passing day.
He had never told anyone about it.
It seemed so small... so insignificant when spoken aloud.
But as Kazuha ran his thumb over the worn clip of the pen, he found himself lost in the memory.
It was the final stretch of the exam, and the tension in the room hung heavy in the air, the clock ticking down the minutes.
Kazuha sat near the back of the room, his brow furrowed in concentration, the edges of his paper nearly covered in neat, flowing script.
He had been moving quickly, the rhythm of his writing unbroken—until it wasn’t.
With a soft, almost imperceptible click, the pen in his hand sputtered and stopped, its once smooth ink flow now stilted and dry.
He tried again, pressing harder, but it was no use.
The familiar blue ink that had danced across the page was gone, leaving nothing but a dry, scratchy sound as his pen slid uselessly across the paper.
Kazuha’s heart sank into his chest.
He glanced around, momentarily desperate. No one seemed to notice, their focus fixed entirely on their own papers.
The classroom felt both enormous and stifling all at once, the minutes stretching out like an endless road ahead of him. He couldn’t bring himself to ask for a new pen. To disrupt the quiet, to draw attention to himself at such a moment.
But what choice did he have? He couldn’t just sit there, unable to finish.
He looked down at his paper, the inkless pen in his hand, and for a fleeting second, considered giving up. He had nearly reached the end, but his answers, though thorough, were incomplete. The thought of leaving them unfinished gnawed at him.
Then, a quiet voice cut through the stillness.
“Here.”
Kazuha blinked, startled. His gaze flickered up and across the desk to where you sat.
You were calm, your posture relaxed, the air around you as composed as ever. Your hand extended toward him, a pen sliding quietly across the surface of the desk.
Kazuha’s eyes widened slightly, his mind taking a moment to process the gesture.
Your face was focused on your own paper, your expression neutral, but there was a softness in your movement. It wasn’t loud or forceful, but it was kind.
He reached for the pen, his fingers brushing briefly against yours.
The sensation was electric, something he hadn’t expected, and yet it felt strangely... comforting.
His pulse quickened, and he looked up, only to find you already turning back to your own work, your focus unbroken, as if the exchange had been no more than a passing breeze.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible, more a breath than words.
You nodded slightly, a motion so small it almost went unnoticed.
It wasn’t the first time Kazuha had noticed you though.
The memory of the sports festival lingered in the back of his mind. It hadn’t been anything extraordinary—at least, not from your perspective.
You hadn’t been the star athlete, nor had you done anything that particularly drew attention.
But for some reason, in the midst of all the chaos, Kazuha had found his gaze lingering on you.
Maybe it was the way you had cheered on others with such sincerity, the way you had looked so immersed in the spirit of the event.
There was something about you—something quiet and unassuming, yet undeniably captivating—that had caught his attention.
It hadn’t been the loud moments or the flashy victories, but the subtle grace you carried with you. And somehow, without meaning to, you had imprinted yourself on his mind.
The rest of the exam passed in a haze, his hand moving mechanically across the paper as he worked through the final questions.
But his mind kept drifting back to the soft, almost fleeting touch of your fingers on the pen, the brief exchange that left him feeling oddly... unsettled.
The exam eventually ended, the sound of pens setting down and papers rustling filled the air, signaling the end of a long and tense period.
Kazuha stood slowly, the familiar sound of chairs scraping against the floor blending into the background, but his gaze was still fixed on the pen in his hand. The borrowed pen, still warm from the brief touch.
He wanted to return it.
He knew he should.
But when he looked toward you, you were already gathering your things.
The sound of your laughter drifted to his ears as you moved toward the door.
He stood there for a moment longer, watching you leave, the warmth from the pen still lingering in his fingers. He had barely even spoken to you before today—yet now, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, something unspoken between the two of you, something that made his chest tighten in an unfamiliar way.
Kazuha shook his head, snapping back to the present. The memory of that moment, though seemingly insignificant at the time, had stayed with him all these months. Now, as he sat in the classroom, holding the pen once again, he realized something that had eluded him then.
It wasn’t the pen that mattered.
It was the quiet connection.
The small gesture that seemed to carry more weight than anything he had felt before.
A fleeting touch, a brief but meaningful exchange, and yet it had left a lasting impression on him.
Now, he understood it. The pen, that simple moment, was the beginning of something much more.
Kazuha smiled to himself, almost imperceptibly. He placed the pen down on his desk, his fingers still lingering on it for a moment longer, feeling that warmth return. There was something more to this—something worth exploring, worth understanding.
He remembered Heizou’s teasing words from earlier, his voice ringing in his mind: "Time is ticking, Kazuha."
Kazuha chuckled softly under his breath. He had a whole year. Time was on his side, and perhaps it was time for him to finally let his feelings burn, to stop running from them and start letting them take shape.
No rush. He had all the time he needed.
Right?
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Author: @blueskysoul-writes
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Ha-Neul)
Genre & Tropes: Healthy Slow-Burn • Friends to Lovers • Schoolmates • K-Pop Idol AU • Pure Fluff
Status: Completed Series (✓)
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📋 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:
Before the global fame, the screaming stadium crowds, and the stage name "V," he was just Taehyung—a regular classmate. This is the story of Ha-neul and Taehyung's journey from innocent school days to the dizzying heights of idol stardom, proving that true, healthy love can survive even the brightest spotlights.
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📖 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
🔍 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬: #blueskysoul-fromclassmatetoidol
📅 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞: New chapters will be published right here every Saturday do follow for update!
📌 [ Masterlist / Overview ]
🌸 [Chapter 01] ()
(Note: This story is fully completed! You can also find and read the complete book over on my Wattpad profile.)
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✦ 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭 & 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 ✦ Ha Neul & Kim Taehyung
✦ Main Lead Male Aesthetics ✦
Kim Taehyung 🤍 The Moon
A heart that beats for music and a soul that lives to dance.
With a boxy smile that can light up the darkest room and puppy eyes that hold a thousand stories, Taehyung is the heartbeat of this story. He carries a naughty, cheerful personality that hides a depth of kindness most people never get to see.
He isn't just a character; he's the melody you didn't know you were humming.
✦ Main Lead Female Aesthetic ✦
Ha-Neul 🤍 The Sky
Finding her own rhythm in a world full of noise. A soul that finds peace in the silence of the moon.🌙
Ha-neul is a shy and simple girl who prefers the company of her own thoughts. Whether she's riding her bike through the park or getting lost in the strings of her guitar, she moves through life with a quiet grace.
A true moon-lover and music enthusiast, she's often found with her headphones on 🎧, living in a world of melodies. She doesn't say much, but her heart speaks volumes through the music she plays.
✦ Side Character ✦
Min Ha 🤍 The Battery
The spark that turns a quiet melody into a loud, cheerful song.
Min-ha is the human version of a battery charger for Ha-neul. Vibrant, naughty, and unapologetically loud, she is the one who drags Ha-neul into adventures they'll never forget.
If Ha-neul is the quiet moonlight, Min-ha is the bright morning sun—always ready with a joke, a plan, and enough energy to power the whole school.
✦ 📍 Setting: Daeseong-dong ✦
South Korea - The Emotion
Where the quiet hills of home meet the loud dreams of the stage.
Chapter 3: May 8, Fourth Year — Tea, Tension and A Touch of Chaos
5YN0PSIS: The classroom erupts into a whirlwind of ideas, from water guns to strength contests, as festival planning spirals into chaos. With no clear direction in sight, tensions rise and laughter echoes—but just as the noise reaches its peak, a calm yet commanding presence steps in, leaving behind a ripple of unspoken tension.
TAGS: KAZUHA X READER... not yet, awkward conversations, SLOW BURNN, angst, one-sided (or is it?), ITTO APPEARS!! and another person... 3RD+2ND POV, USE OF Y/N, modern au, classic itto shenanigans
W.C: 3.5K
A/N: this chapter won’t cover the full chaos of the Mid-Year Festival itself, it's all about the planning stage for now. If I end up with too many ideas for the prep work, I might split it into its own chapter. so the original plan of the 3rd chapter being the mid-year festival may be separated in 3 parts..
The morning light streamed through the windows of Class 4-B as Kazuha walked in, his bag casually slung over one shoulder. The familiar sounds—of soft laughter, rustling of bags and the occasional scraping of chairs against the floor—greeted him.
Kazuha made his way to his desk by the window, the spot he had selfishly assigned himself a month ago.
It wasn’t just because he enjoyed the view or the natural light that was perfect for writing—it was also because it was beside [Y/N]
Sliding into his seat, he let his bag drop to the floor as he opened his notebook.
Today would be the planning meeting for a mid-year festival.
Kazuha tapped his pen lightly against his notebook, his mind already buzzing with ideas.
But would any of them resonate or even impress [Y/N]?
He glanced to the side, where [Y/N]’s seat was empty.
They weren’t late—they never were.
They had a habit of arriving right before the bell rang, something Kazuha had noticed far too well, a detail Heizou never lets him forget
“KAZUHAAAA”
Speaking of Heizou…
Heizou’s singsong voice interrupted his thoughts as he plopped down into the seat in front of him. “You look awfully serious for someone who’s composing haikus… instead of actual festival plans.”
Kazuha sighed, closing his notebook. “Well, good morning to you too, Heizou. I look serious because I am thinking of actual ideas for the meeting. Unlike some people…”
“Oh? But I DO take it seriously,” Heizou replied, crossing his arms dramatically.
“So, are you planning to contribute to today’s meeting or just cause trouble like usual?” Kazuha asked, with a raise of his eyebrows.
“Trouble? ME?? I'm offended Kazu...” Heizou grinned, pulling a small kit out of his bag. Inside were what looked like harmless props—fake bugs, disappearing ink, and something that suspiciously resembles a whoopee cushion.
“You can’t be serious”
“But I am!” Heizou’s grin widened but before he can continue, the classroom door swung open, and Yoimiya bounced in with her energy immediately lighting up the space.
“HEIZOUU!!” she called out, her voice brimming with excitement. “Ahh! And good morning, Kazuha!”
“Good morning, Yoimiya,” Kazuha said politely.
Her energy was almost overwhelming… this early in the day, he thought.
Yoimiya grabbed a chair, spun it around and sat on it. “Soooo what’s the topic today?? Something… festival-y? Oh and Heizou! Did you bring the stuff?”
Heizou held up the kid proudly. “Right here.”
“GREAT! We’ve got work to do.. Kazuha! You’re not gonna ban this idea right?? Imagine the laughs it’ll get!!”
Kazuha pinched the bridge of his nose. “As class president, I am obligated to encourage ideas that foster collaboration and creativity… not chaos.”
“Chaos is creativity.” Yoimiya quickly argued.
Before the conversation could escalate, Tomo and Shinobu entered the room together, their voices a calm counterpoint to Yoimiya’s. Shinobu carried a stack of papers neatly clipped together, her no-nonsense expressions contrasting sharply with Tomo’s easygoing smile.
“Kazuha.” Shinobu said with a curt nod. “Good morning. We’ll need to finalize the budget after today’s meeting.”
“Of course,” Kazuha replied, returning her nod.
“Morning!” Tomo chimed in, sliding into the seat beside Heizou. “What’s all this talk about chaos? Are we planning a festival or a disaster?”
“Both.” Heizou and Yoimiya said in unison.
Shinobu sighed, shaking her head. “Let's just try to stay on task today, alright? Mr. Takahashi is expecting us to make actual progress.”
“Don’t worry, Shinobu!” Tomo said, grinning. “We’ve got this under control… probably.”
Kazuha exhaled, letting the chatter wash over him. It was shaping up to be a lively day.
As the classroom began to fill with students, the usual buzz of the early morning was suddenly interrupted by a booming voice..
“YOO!!! IT’S FESTIVAL TIME, BABYY!!”
The door swings open with dramatic force, revealing Itto’s beaming face. His energy is enough to make even the sleepiest students groan.
The surprising part wasn’t his grand entrance…
It was that he was on time.
“Itto… you’re actually here before the bell??” Yoimiya asked, voice tinged with disbelief
“Is it snowing.. Or did Itto actually make it to class on time!?” Heizou quipped, earning chuckles from the surrounding students.
“Well, that's a surprise… ” murmurs Shinobu, glancing over at Tomo with a raised eyebrow.
“Miracles do happen,” Tomo replies wryly, shaking his head with an amused chuckle as Itto’s boisterous laugh echoes around the room.
“Laugh all you want Heizou, but this year’s festival is gonna be epic thanks to yours truly!” Itto declared as he strides confidently inside the room, dramatically twirling before taking his seat.
Then the bell rings, everyone quickly quiets down, turning toward the front.
As if on cue, Mr. Takahashi walks in, his expression calm but purposeful. He raises his hand to silence the last few lingering whispers. “Alright, class, let’s get to work.”
His voice was steady and his manner was at a no-nonsense despite his usual friendly and joking disposition. “This will be a critical week for our school festival preparations. Let's make sure we leave a lasting impression, not only on the school but on each other.”
Kazuha, who has been sitting quietly at his desk, exchanges a short glance with [Y/N], who had just arrived and sat at their seat beside him. A brief flutter in his chest, he felt a rush of warmth but he’s quick to push the feeling down.
He takes a breath and then nods at Mr. Takahashi, who motions for him to take the lead as he left the class, presumably to a meeting with other teachers.
With ease, Kazuha steps forward, standing in front of the class, his expression calm. The murmurs died down once again as he opened the discussion
“This year’s festival,” Kazuha begins, his tone steady but carrying an unmistakable earnestness, “is more than just a chance to impress. It’s an opportunity for us to build something that we can all be proud of—something that now only showcases our talents, but also our unity. Let's make it meaningful!”
The brainstorming session begins almost immediately, the room coming alive with enthusiasm.
“I’ve got the perfect idea!” Yoimiya burst out, hand shooting up as she was practically bouncing in her seat. “A mystery maze with tons of surprises!”
Kazuha raised an eyebrow, tapping his pen. “What kind of surprises?” he asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Without missing a beat, Yoimiya whipped a water gun out of her bag and aimed it at Heizou. “Like this one!” she grinned, shooting a stream of water directly at him.
Heizou’s eyes widened just in time to feel the cold spray. “What the-” he sputtered, jumping out of his seat, shirt completely soaked. “Yoimiya you menace!” Heizou said, while wiping his face with a dramatic flair.
The class erupted into laughter, some clutching their stomachs from the unexpected prank.
“You’ve got to be kidding me..” Heizou mutters, trying to wring out his shirt. “You traitor.”
Yoimiya simply grins wider, clearly fazed. “Hey, it's all in the name of fun! What better way to get people talking than a little mystery..! And some water…”
“I guess that’s one way to keep us on our toes..” Heizou said, shaking his head in amusement. “But don’t think I’ll let this slide! Me and my prank kit will be waiting for you to fall in our little trap..!”
Yoimiya rolled her eyes while she giggled, clearly still pleased with herself. “See?? It’ll be filled with all kinds of surprises!!"
Kazuha sighed, though there was a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m not sure ‘surprise’ is the word I would use..” He raised his eyebrows, trying to keep a straight face as he glanced at Heizou, who was now half-drenched in water.
Though, Yoimiya’s enthusiasm doesn't seem to be the only thing that’s booming in the room..
Before anyone can add anything else, Itto, who had been sitting quietly with his arms crossed, suddenly slams his hand down on the desk with a loud
BANG!
..Drawing everyone’s attention.
“HOLDD ON A SECOND!!” Itto’s voice rang out.
“We NEED something way more INTENSE THAN THIS. Forget water balloons, I’m talking about a real test of strength!” He sits up straight, his usual grin wide as ever. “How about a strength competition? Arm-wrestling, boulder-lifting contests—let’s see who got the power to win!!”
Shinobu, who had been absentmindedly taking notes on the topic, finally looks up, her gaze sharp. “Uh, we’re supposed to be showcasing creativity, not strength.” she points out dryly, clearly not impressed by Itto’s suggestion. “If we’re doing a festival, there’s no need to make it into a gym session..”
But Itto’s determination remained undeterred, his grin only growing wider “Pfft, who said we can’t have both?” he counters, completely ignoring Shinobu’s criticism. “Strength and creativity go hand in hand! You gotta have the power to be creative!! Plus, I’m the one who’s gonna win anywaaays, so you guys better prepare!!” He flexes his muscles dramatically for emphasis, earning a few chuckles from the class.
The playful banter catches Yoimiya’s attention, and she leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow. “Really? A Strength competition?” She crosses her arms, her expression turning smug. “My mystery maze would get waaaaaaaaaaaay more attention than your ‘muscle festival’! People don’t come for boulders and arm-wrestling. They come for surprises!”
Itto snorts, clearly unamused. “A maze? Are you kidding? That's your idea of entertainment?” He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as if to mock Yoimiya. “Naaaah, mine’s gonna be the main event! Everyone’s gonna want to see who’s the strongest!! Not who can navigate some over-complicated maze..”
Yoimiya rolls her eyes dramatically, flicking a lock of hair out of her face. “Strongest huh? Suuuuree, because everyone just loves seeing a bunch of sweaty guys trying to lift rocks..”
She gives him a teasing, almost mocking smile. “Maybee, we’ll have a rock-lifting station for your fans after MY MAZE STEALS THE SHOW.”
Itto’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. “You’re really underestimating me… People love seeing power on display! You think they’ll care about running around a maze, getting wet for fun? Think again!”
The argument between Yoimiya and Itto soon escalates.. With both clearly unwilling to back down. The class watches with mixed expressions, some enjoying the back-and-forths, others just shaking their head..
Kazuha, who has been observing quietly, clears his throat, effectively cutting through the growing tension. “Alright.. Alright, both ideas do have merit, but let’s try to hear a few other suggestions before we start getting too carried away,” he suggests, his voice calm yet carrying an authoritative edge.
The room falls into a brief yet awkward silence as everyone looks at Kazuha then to someone who had been seated near the door..
Ayaka, who hadn’t been paying as much attention… until now. The sudden rise in eyes looking at her had caught her off guard. She blinks, her face flushing pink with surprise at the attention now on her.
“Oh! Uh..” she stammers, clearly embarrassed. “Maybe.. We could have a tea booth of sorts? A place to relax and refresh, something more peaceful in the middle of all the excitement?” Her voice soft as she tries to put forward her idea.
Shinobu perked up, nodding. “I like that idea. It’d be perfect for people who need a break from all the excitement. We could even decorate it with fairy lights or plants.”
Itto groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “BORINGG!!” A study corner at a festival?? Why not just hand out pillows and call it a nap room?
Before he could continue, Shinobu smacked the back of his head with a book “Be quiet, Itto. Not everyone’s looking for chaos and noise.”
Itto rubbed the back of his idea, pouting. “Fine… fine, but if most of the students end up sleeping, don't say I didn't warn you!”
The class erupted into laughter once more, now each voice vying to be heard over the other quickly turning the classroom into chaos.
And amid everything, Kazuha stood quietly, listening to the lively exchange as fingers absentmindedly traced his notebook. He watched as Yoimiya waved her water gun around, showering Heizou again in a sudden burst of water, Itto jumping in with the same usual booming voice to pitch his idea. Shinobu, exasperated but amused while Ayaka and Kirara watched everything quietly..
Kazuha’s mind wandered, he glanced in your direction. You were watching the others argue, a faint smile tugging at your lips as if the sherry absurdity of it all amused you.
Kazuha’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than intended, and a memory surfaced—a conversation you’d had not long ago. You had spoken about your hobby of doing art.
The memory of your enthusiasm stirred something in him, and before he could overthink, an idea formed.
He cleared his throat, hoping to catch the class’s attention. “What about an art gallery?“ He said, his voice steady but carrying just enough weight to momentarily cut through.
The room quieted as heads turned in his direction, and Kazuha felt his pulse quicken. Despite his serene exterior, he was suddenly aware of the weight of their gazes—and yours.
“We could create a space where students can showcase their creativity,” he continued, keeping his tone steady. “Paintings, photography, crafts, even poetry! It could be something that encourages people to express themselves“
The silence that followed his suggestion stretched uncomfortably long.
His idea hung in the air, seemingly unnoticed as some exchanged hesitant glances. Kazuha’s calm demeanor didn’t waver, but a faint warmth crept up his neck. His fingers resumed their slow tracing along the edge of his notebook, grounding him as his thoughts swirled.
Did I misread the room? Was it too plain? He wondered, stealing a glance in your direction. To his dismay, you were looking at him, your expression contemplative.
Embarrassed, Kazuha quickly looked away, his hand stilling as he forced himself to remain composed.
Finally the silence broke—not with acknowledgement, but with Itto’s voice reigniting the earlier debate.
“No way a maze is better than my strength competition” Itto barked, through the awkward atmosphere with his usual brashness.
“Your competition doesn’t even make sense” Yoimiya shot back, “Who’s going to want to watch people lift boulders for fun??”
“Lots of people!! EVERYONE loves boulders!”
“Name one person,” Shinobu said, smacking the back of his head again. “Other than you”
Kazuha slid onto the teacher’s chair, feeling the heat of embarrassment fade into a cooler more.. Detached resignation.
He glanced at you again, hoping for some sign that you’d at least considered his suggestion. But your attention was now focused on the escalating argument, leaving him to sit in quiet frustration.
The tension in the room grew as Yoimiya and Itto continued bickering, Heizou joining in with his dry remarks about logistics..
The conversation devolved into a chaotic back-and-forth, and no one seemed willing—or able—to bring it back on track. Kazuha thought about trying to interject again, but his earlier embarrassment held him back.
He folded his hand in his lap, his expression calm but his mind racing with thoughts of how he could have worded his suggestion better—or perhaps even better… kept quiet.
The air felt heavy, the awkwardness palpable despite the lively banter.
Just as Kazuha was about to resign himself to sitting quietly for the rest of the meeting, the classroom door opened, and Ayato stepped in.
His entrance was sudden yet smooth, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room as he took in the scene—Yoimiya waving her water gun, Itto gesturing wildly, and Shinobu pinching the bridge of her nose in visible frustration.
Despite having graduated from the school a year ago, Ayato often returned to assist with events, particularly festival planning, given his reputation for strategic thinking and refined tastes. His role as a special consultant for the Student Council made his appearances occasional yet impactful
With an almost imperceptible smile, Ayato clapped his hands once, the sound cutting cleanly through the noise
“Alright everyone,” he said in a firm yet calm voice, immediately commanding attention. “Let’s settle down. I see we have no shortage of creative ideas, but we seem to be lacking a clear direction.”
As Ayato entered and spoke, Ayaka froze mid-thought, her eyes widening in surprise. “Br- Brother?!” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper while she clasped her hands nervously.
Ayato smiled warmly at his sister, his calm demeanor putting her slightly at ease. “I was passing by on my way to check on the festival’s overall progress.. And heard quite the commotion,” he said, glancing around the room. “It seem you really are all overflowing ideas”
Ayaka nodded, trying to compose herself. “Yes, we’ve been discussing potential themes. There are so many wonderful ideas but..” Her gaze dropped to the floor, her voice faltering slightly. “It’s a bit hard to decide.”
“Then perhaps I can help,” Ayato said, his sharp gaze softening as he looked at her. “Ayaka you mentioned a relaxing booth earlier didn’t you?”
“Ah yes!” Ayaka quickly responded followed by a nod.
“And Kazuha proposed an art gallery…” As Ayato continued speaking, his eyes swept over the room, pausing momentarily on Kazuha and then on [Y/N].
It was subtle, but the faintest hint of a knowing smile tugged at his lips.
His voice maintained its usual composure as he turned back to Kazuha. “An art gallery paired with tea, don’t you think it has a certain elegance to it? A perfect opportunity to showcase talents while offering a serene atmosphere.”
Kazuha, ever perceptive, caught the fleeting glance between Ayato and [Y/N]. For just a split second, your eyes seemed to brighten at the suggestion, lips curling into a smile of approval.
That subtle change, so simple yet so radiant, sent an unexpected twinge through Kazuha’s chest.
He averted his face, his hand brushing a strand of fair from his face in an attempt to steady himself.
Why does it bother me? He wondered silently. It’s just Ayato being his usual self.. Right?
But the way Ayato’s words seemed to resonate with [Y/N], and the faint amusement lingering in his expression, unsettled Kazuha in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
“Indeed” Kazuha replied, his voice steady despite the slight tightness in his chest. “It’s an amazing idea, blending art and tea… I’m sure most of us would agree.” He glanced towards [Y/N], his tone carefully neutral, as if daring to confirm what he already suspected.
[Y/N] nodded enthusiastically.
Ayato chuckled softly, his gaze turning back to Kazuha, as if gauging his reaction. “I thought so. I’ve always believed the best ideas come from collaboration.”
He clasped his hands together. “And who better to bring the vision to life than talented individuals like you and [Y/N]?’
Kazuha’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at Ayato’s choice of words.
The former Student Council President had an effortless charm, one that clearly captivated everyone in the room—including [Y/N].
Meanwhile, Ayaka’s blush deepened at her brother’s encouragement, though she was still too flustered to notice the subtle undercurrents in the room. “Ah- Thank you Ayato..” she managed to say.
Ayato chuckled once more. “It's nothing, Ayaka. After all, a Kamisato should always strive to enrich the lives of others! I’m sure you’ll make it a memorable experience
Meanwhile, at the back of the room, the banter continued unabated.
“Though.. It’s still a mystery why you think boulder-lifting is creative, Itto.” Yoimiya teased with a sly grin. “What’s next? A rock stacking competition? An Okinabuto wrestling competition? Though I will admit, it’d be hilarious to watch you drop a rock on your foot.”
“Hey! Don't diss the rocks nor my bugs!!” Itto shot back, puffing his chest out. “Plus, you’d be surprised how much skill it takes to stack boulders.”
Heizou leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “It’s not really… the boulders we’re questing. It’s about your ability to stack anything without knocking it over.”
“OH HOHO, that’s RICH coming from the guy who can’t even dodge a water gun!” Itto retorted, pointing at Heizou.
Shinobu, clearly at her wit’s end, sighed deeply and crossed her arms. “You’re all impossible.. Yoimiya, dont even think about shooting that things again.”
She then gave Itto a sharp look. “And you—stop encouraging her.”
Yoimiya held up the water gun innocently and spun it in her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Me? I would neveeeer…”
“Oh not again..” Heizou muttered, sliding his chair further back as if anticipating another spray.
Itto laughed boisterously to which Shinobu shot back, “Close your mouth Itto.. not everyone has your brain-to-brawn ratio.”
“Brain-to-brawn ratio..?? Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?” Itto scratched his head, visibly confused.
“It’s definitely an insult,” Heizou chimed smugly from… across the room.. Far, far away from Yoimiya.. Earning an exaggerated gasp from Itto.
As the laughter and teasing continued in the room, Ayato stepped closer to Kazuha, his tone low enough to not be overheard. “You should be careful, Kazuha,” he said with a teasing lilt. “If you don’t make your move soon, someone else might.”
Kazuha turned towards Ayato sharply, his eyes betraying his usual composed expression. A flicker of surprise—and just a hint of jealousy. “I appreciate your advice Ayato,” he replied, his voice low but firm. “But some things are worth waiting for.”
Ayato simply smiled, patting Kazuha’s shoulder before stepping back to address the class once more.
“Now then, let’s channel this lively energy into making the festival unforgettable, shall we?”
