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Ivan is asleep on his desk today.
That's unusual. He looks exhausted, though. Now that she thinks about it, wasn't it third quarter check ins last week? Maybe Unsha had him overworked to the brink again, and knowing the guy, he probably took it all in stride without a single complaint. What a fool…
Doesn't he realise there are people who care about him?
“He’s been out cold all morning.” Till grumbles, poking Ivan for the 10th time today.
“Do you think hes sick?” Mizi worries her lip, smudging her pink lipstick.
“Tch. I doubt it. I don't think I've seen the guy catch even a cold in his life.”
Mizi hums, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
It’s a beautiful day outside. Not a cloud can be seen in the morning sky. Light filters in through the classroom windows, bouncing off of Mizi’s silky hair, and in turn, casts a bright pink shadow against the otherwise bland beige wall. It’s only natural that Mizi continues to fill the world with beauty and colour by simply existing.
Sua sighs dreamily. She looks so gorgeous today.
At her prolonged staring, her muse turns to face her.
Sua’s heart jumps out of her chest. Mizi gives her a small smile and waves, and she shyly returns the gesture.
Mizi’s smile widens, her green eyes glimmering in the sunlight. Sua feels like she’s floating.
Though, the spell is swiftly broken by Till’s groan of frustration.
Right. He’s here too.
When Mizi turns her attention back to the boys, Sua feels herself sigh in disappointment.
Till is poking Ivan with one of his markers this time. With the open sketchbook on his desk, she assumes he tried to draw, gave up and went back to bother the boy. Seems he’s really missing him.
Inevitably, Sua’s gaze drifts back to her Mizi. She looks… contemplative?
“Mizi, are you okay?” Her soft words are laced with worry.
“Hm?” Mizi perks up. “Oh, yeah! Do you think Ivan would mind if we doodled on his face?”
Till chokes. “I’m sorry— what?”
Mizi flushes, scratching the back of her head.
“Well— You draw on him all the time, so I just thought…”
He blinks.
“I never draw on his face, though…” Mizi twiddle her fingers. She lowers her head and looks at him through her lashes. Her bottom lip quivers slightly.
Sua watches as Till looks between a sleeping Ivan and Mizi’s puppy eyes, growing more nervous with each glance.
“…b-but! I don’t think he’d mind all that much. He can wash it off later, anyway.”
Once again, he falls for her tricks. Weak, she thinks, ignoring every time she herself has fallen for Mizi’s acts.
Like clockwork, Mizi’s innocent expression is back. She extends a hand to Till, who hands over a pink marker.
She uncaps it and turns towards Ivan.
When Ivan comes to, he finds himself being shaken awake by Till.
“Hey, sleeping beauty. Class is starting.”
Ivan turns to him with a dopey smile. “You think I’m beautiful?”
Expecting a flustered threat, Ivan’s surprised when Till’s eyes widen and he turns to the side, covering his mouth. His shoulders shake and he’s holding back a smile. Is he…trying not to laugh? What was so funny about what Ivan said?
'“S-sure, man.” he peeks back at Ivan, failing to stifle his chuckles.
Behind Till, on the glass window, Ivan can faintly see his own reflection staring back at him. In neon pink, he finds his face covered in stars, shapes, and.. are those whiskers?