CHAPTER 3: STUDY BUDDIES?!!
The next day arrived like a tired sigh.
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Morning: Luca stormed into school with the determination of a man who had decided destiny would bend for him whether it liked it or not. He aimed straight for Sir Rowan like a heat-seeking missile.
Rowan had just stepped into the hallway, coffee in hand, peace in his soul for exactly 2.5 seconds before—
"SIR ROWAN!" Lucas called out to Rowan in loud voice like a puppy barking at their owner from happiness.
The alpha flinched so hard he nearly spilled his cup. And Luca basically skidded to him, eyes shining with desperate loyalty. "I studied last night! I read an entire book! I even underlined things! I don't know what they mean but I underlined so many things!"
Rowan massaged the bridge of his nose. "Luca… you followed me all the way from the parking lot. Please stop."
"I can't stop, sir...! I'm a man with purpose. And I won't Stop until I have pursueded you enough!" Luca says with a determined expression and firm tone
"You're a man with a warning label. And I told you already, I cant just change the rule. Even if I want to, I can't by myself do anything." Rowan replies back firmly. Luca just gives a stupid confident grin. "It's alright sir! I know you will come out with some way to give me a chance, I trust you!"
Rowan's nerves just pops out of his neck. This alpha was stupid and tiring. "I told you, I can't–" Rowan just sighs and walks ahead again, ignoring the persistent alpha. And thus, Luca entered Day Two of his relentless, dramatic campaign for mercy.
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Meanwhile… in a completely different universe of quiet chaos…
Miyo didn't do dramatics.
He didn't plead, nor bow, nor cry.
He simply… followed.
Shadow of a small, pastel pink hair and big round rosy pink eyes boy, gliding behind Mr. Kellum like a ghost with good posture.
Kellum walked down the hallway, Miyo followed exactly three steps behind.
Kellum entered the classroom, Miyo quietly slipped in after him.
Kellum sat at his desk, Miyo sat in the nearest chair, hands on lap, staring at him like a little cat asking their owner with silent stare. He didn't speak. He didn't ask. He just… existed stubbornly.
Kellum's eyebrow twitched. Finally he sighed, long and flat. "…You know this isn't going to make me change the rules, right?"
Miyo blinked once—slow, steady, unreadable. Kellum looked away, adjusting his glasses as if shielding himself from the intensity of being silently stared at by a tiny disappointed omega.
"…Stop looking at me like a sad kitten. It won't work."
Miyo lowered his gaze to his knees. Somehow, that was even worse.
Kellum clicked his pen aggressively. This was the first time he was seeing miyo protesting about something in his one way.
"Why are you following me? You never do this."
Miyo said nothing. But then—he did something rare. He raised his eyes again.
Soft, foggy, small… but determined in a way Kellum had never seen from him.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just quietly refusing to disappear.
Kellum froze for a second, a crack in his stern beta-mask, almost too small to notice.
"…Haa. Sit wherever you want. Just don't cause trouble," he muttered.
Which, in Kellum language, translated to:
You can stay.
I don't mind.
…Fine. I'll keep an eye on you.
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And so, the loud alpha (Luca) continued stalking his teacher with dramatic flair.
The quiet omega (Miyo) shadowed his teacher with silent persistence. Two completely different storms crashing against their respective walls.
One noisy.
One wordless.
But both determined.
And somewhere, deep down
both teachers began to realize:
They're not giving up.
And The day ended like a long, painful sitcom episode—one where the teachers were the punchline.
By the time the sun dipped below the windows, both Mr. Kellum and Sir Rowan crawled into the teachers' lounge. They looked like two defeated generals returning from war. Kellum flopped into his chair like a corpse. Rowan followed, dropping into his own seat with a dramatic exhale.
They sighed at the exact same moment.
Perfect harmony. They both blinked at each other.
Rowan straightened, clearing his throat. "Ah… Mr. Kellum. You, uh… seem tired."
Kellum stared into the void, expression dead. "Yes. A student refuses to give up."
Rowan managed a small, bitter laugh. "Ah. I know the feeling. I am tired because of a very stubborn student too."
Kellum took a sip of his coffee, the liquid so bitter it matched his soul. "…The one from yesterday? The blue haired one? I heard he's the ace of the basketball team."
Rowan exhaled, shoulders slumping. "Yes… Luca. He's… something."
He rubbed his face with both hands.
"He's stubborn, loud, emotional, dramatic, and… well… he's not smart. At all. Like, he genuinely believes WiFi comes from clouds. Like… actual clouds. He said rainy days have stronger signal."
Kellum blinked. "…That's concerning."
"It is!" Rowan whispered aggressively. "But he's incredible at basketball. Nationals is his whole world." He sighed deeply. "So him being blocked from the exams… it might really be unfair. But rules are rules, right?"
He gave a weak shrug and reached for his paperwork.
Kellum didn't respond at first, but the glasses on his face glinted slightly—like a stoic anime character having a dangerous thought. Because he was remembering Miyo.
Miyo.
Who had silently followed him today like a polite ghost. Sat next to him like a decorative plant. Stared at him with those soft, cat-like, disappointed eyes. And refused to go away no matter how many times Kellum said "stop."
After a long moment, Kellum cleared his throat. "Mr. Rowan."
Rowan hummed, still recovering from Luca grabbing him earlier in the hallway. "Hm?"
Kellum's voice was flat. Too flat.
"What will happen… if two teachers go against the new rule?"
Rowan froze. "Eh…? U-Um… well…"
He looked around, lowered his voice.
"If two teachers present a joint objection, the principal would… probably have to listen. A little." He blinked rapidly. "W-Wait. Why? Are you thinking of—"
But Kellum was already standing.
Expression blank.
Posture straight.
Aura terrifying.
"I have decided to give them a chance. Let's go."
Rowan's soul left his body for a moment. "Wha— You move too fast!!" But he scrambled up anyway. He had no idea what the hell was happening, but he was going to follow this stoic beta straight into battle if needed.
Ten minutes later
The principal's office door swung open.
They walked out.
Kellum looked exactly the same as always.
Emotionless. Calm. Cold. But Rowan… Rowan looked like he'd just lived through a war negotiation. His hair was messy.
His expression trembling somewhere between relief and regret. "Mr. Kellum…" he whispered dramatically, "Don't you think the challenge is a bit harsh? My student celebrates when he scores anything above 1 digit point. Now he has to get above seventy percent?? In the same exam as your student??"
Kellum didn't even glance at him. He just walked forward like a man who had made his decision and refused to reconsider.
"There's nothing harsh about it. They wanted a chance. They should be grateful."
Rowan stared at him with wide eyes.
This man… does he even feel fear…?
Kellum stopped at the hallway intersection.
"Please call your student tomorrow after school hours. We will meet in my classroom."
Rowan sighed, shoulders collapsing. "…Yes, Mr. Kellum. B-Bye then."
But by the time he looked up—
Kellum was already gone.
Disappeared.
Cold as winter.
Determined as an omega with disappointed kitten eyes haunting him.
Rowan groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Luca… you owe me for this. And I swear… if you cry on me tomorrow… I might actually die."
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Next day after school hours…
The last bell had rung. The class was emptying out. Miyo was quietly slipping his books back into his pastel bag with slow, gentle movements — the kind of movements that meant his brain was already on low-power mode.
Dylan zipped his bag and looked at him with that soft, older-brother smile only he could pull off. "So? You're gonna pursue Sir Kellum again today?"
Miyo lifted his head. His face was calm. Serene. Blank like a screensaver. Then he nodded. "Mm… I have to. I want to spend my second year of high school together with you."
Dylan froze.
His soul left his body in a beam of pure emotion. He made a choking noise, then violently scooped Miyo into a hug. "Miyo…" he trembled, voice cracking, "why are you so cute…? Don't say things like that so casually… you'll kill me…"
Then came the dreaded cheek attack — that affectionate rub-rub-rub of doom. Miyo sighed softly, like he had accepted his tragic fate long ago. "…Dylan, stop…"
And that was when Sir Kellum stepped inside. He didn't make an announcement. He didn't clear his throat dramatically.
He simply opened the door, adjusted his glasses, and walked in with a two papers and the aura of a man who had seen too much nonsense in his life.
"You don't need to pursue me anymore."
His tone flat. Calm. Deadpan. "Stay here for a moment. I need to discuss something."
Both Dylan and Miyo froze mid-cheek-attack like someone had paused them with a remote. Then slowly, Miyo nodded with a rare determined spark. "Yes, Sir Kellum."
Dylan reluctantly peeled himself away. And went home first.
Like that, for some moments Miyo sat quietly at his desk alone, hands folded, watching the papers in Kellum's grip with deep curiosity. Kellum tapped on his phone, preparing something. His face unreadable, as always.
The room was calm.
Silent.
Still.
Until—
BAM
Heavy, fast footsteps thundered down the hallway. The classroom door BURST open like someone had kicked it with the force of destiny. Miyo jolted so hard his little shoulders tensed. Kellum merely blinked once, as if thinking, of course.
And in the doorway stood the blue-haired hurricane of enthusiasm himself.
Luca.
Beaming. Sweaty. Breathlessly excited.
"Sir Kellum!! Mr. Rowan said— I HAVE A SECOND CHANCE!! I—"
He spotted the room.
The glasses wearing teacher.
The beautiful paintings at the wall
And then—
A tiny cute looking boy sitting at a desk, looking at him with wide, round rosy eyes.
Miyo blinked.
Luca blinked.
Their eyes met for the first time.
Something silent and dramatic passed between them. Luca's smile twitched, faltered, then stabilized again into a huge, brilliant grin — but something warm flickered under it, surprising even him.
His chest thumped once. Hard.
…the hell was that?
He shook it off so fast his hair swished, then practically bounced into the room. "Hi!" he said with the energy of a golden retriever greeting a new friend. "I'm Luca! Looks like we're study buddies now!"
Miyo blinked again. Then tilted his head just a little, soft hair sliding over his cheek. "Eh?"
Kellum inhaled deeply. Like he has found another reason for his headache.
And thus—
The legendary, unfortunate union of: Two braincells.
Shared between two people.
On a good day.