The room seemed to hold the obvious tension, as the seven found themselves stuck in detention the following hours.. swimming in pettiness.
[How dull. not even the atmosphere was worth swallowing.]
Daejun had made himself comfortable, his eye twitching as the clock edged on. He was almost brooding in the back corner of the classroom, his eyes shooting daggers towards Lu who had herself slouched on the front right desk; exactly three desks ahead.
"Tap— tap," her foot bounces with Deji alongside Kristi lingering in the seats behind Lulu. Not to mention the third year who'd weasled himself into the misfortune. "Dammit— if coach makes a deal out of this.." he grumbled under his breath as he crossed his arms, sitting to the edge of the table Lu was on. If only he wasn't swayed by freshmen— wait.. theyre second years.
And as to no surprise Liem Hoang, 'Hyeong-jins no.1 in academic achievements obviously made himself home at the front left, in direct of the teachers desk.
"Hey… jeez are you good? You're sweating buckets Hoang." Hana whispers as she sat behind Liem. He only nods, "Mmh.", not even bothering to turn himself, as his shoulders hunched and his ears tinged a soft red.
Minutes became relatively subjective as time ticked away and lost. There wasn't anything much against the idea of detention, yet you'd choke on the air that filled this room.
[pure suffocation.]
"Whos making that annoying gritting noise—" Lulu slouches further into her desk, "Ughh… Deji, no way we're stuck here," she groans, forcing her head around only for Deji's attention to be fixated elsewhere. "—Agh, what the heck Dej."
Deji's gaze followed towards Ilseong, "That idiot.." her hands restraining themselves.
"Relax Dej, seems he's already getting karma or whatever—"
"Would you all be quiet!" Ticked the teacher.
Ilseong turned around regardless, "Why did I even bother trying to get involved with some whiny ass—"
"Excuse me!?" shot Deji.
—"BANG!", an abrupt thud came into play as the teacher pound onto the table, under a bruising fist. His once meek complex, now pale and moist.
All awareness finally darted to the front: Lu's eyes drifting to the scene, Liem still trembling like a fountain, and Daejung finally brought his attention from the floor. "Jeez— what's the big deal teach-?" he scoffs.. "T-teach..?"
[Pfft- the prick was fazed.]
The teacher's eyes began to leak a velvet red, like a cake imploding inside out; all mush gaping from the sockets. As the room then blinked into what could feel like a vacuum, windows glazed in darkness, and sound sucked out.