"Oi, wake up."

...

"Hey, can you hear me?!"

...

"Wake... UP!"

I was pulled out of my dorm bed, falling onto the hard floor as I came into consciousness.

"Holy Morax, Kaeya! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yelled, holding the back of my head in pain. He only stuck out his tongue and helped me up as he sat on the table, crossing his legs elegantly. Jackass.

"It's," he glanced at his silver watch. "7:30 now," he looked up at me and then back to his watch, "and you just missed your first class of University!" he said, his smile beaming.

Kaeya looked great. Tch, as always. Damn model can't ever be caught lacking huh. His backpack on his back indicated he was leaving for class, or maybe already got back from one or two.

"Ah shit," I mumbled, falling face first on the table with while Kaeya pat my head. "That was my Creative Writing course. With the-"

"—Strict professor."
"—Strict professor."

We said in sync. Kaeya jumped off the table cooly as he opened the fridge while I talked, my voice muffled from my head still being on the table.

"Whatever. I mean, what kind of person decides, hm, let's make class begin at 5:00 in the morning and go for 2 and a half hours! Sounds great," I mimicked, and Kaeya laughed, grabbing a glass bottle of lemonade from the refrigerator.

We shared a dorm. It was actually a 3-person dorm, but we paid a little extra to have the faculty let only us 2 use it. You could say we're a little... high maintenance, living-wise.

"Good to hear you're up and going—"

"I'm not up and going—"

"—so I can rest peacefully, knowing my little gem of a sister doesn't get herself in trouble," he rubbed my head, "before she even attends a class."

I only hummed in response as I heard his keys jangle.

"Later, Yuyu. Feel better!"

He shut the door and I lifted my head in confusion at his comment. In front of me was some pain medication with a little smiley face written on it in sharpie. I couldn't help but smile. How'd he know I had a headache?

Me and Kaeya bicker and tease a lot, but both of us know how much we care about eachother. In reality, I don't think I ever could live without him. He really is a great brother.

Since I completely missed my first class, I rested easy knowing I didn't have one until 11:00.

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11:15

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT," I cursed under my breath as I grabbed my tote bag and notebook and bolt out the door. I was intentionally sleeping until 10, but of course, I somehow overshot it and woke up at 10:50, leaving me no time to get ready and transport myself there.

But hey, at least I looked hot.

I walked in the doors with confidence, and to my fortune, the professor didn't seem to care. I sat in the back of the room next to a boy with blackish blue braided hair with cyan tips. I set down my stuff and quickly took out my laptop, taking as many notes as I could of my new Math course. The boy next to me just tapped his nails on the table. He had absolutely no materials in front of him.

"Hey," he said, and I turned toward him. I looked back at him, and his eyes widened a bit.

I have a bit of an intimidating presence. If you don't know me, my expressions, posture, and speech always seem incredibly bored or even hostile. It's something I could never change since I was young.

"Wanna be friends?" he beamed, and I was taken aback.

Friends?

That's not what I expected at all. Not like I'm opposed, anyway. Although I don't act like it, I'm an extrovert.

I cracked my knuckles. "Sure, unprepared boy," I said, making it a point to look at the lack of any materials in front of or even around him.

"Ehe," he smiled, sticking out his tongue. "What can I say, I'm a bit of a prodigy at math."

Hahaha, riiiiiiight.

"Venti, what is the answer to problem 4?" the professor suddenly asked, and all eyes were on the boy next to me.

"2 sin over 1+2 cos," he said lazily, his hand never leaving his chin.

I take it back.

"Damn. Guess I know who I'll be cheating off of this semester," I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Oh no," he said, crossing his legs playfully. "Don't get me wrong. I don't actually do the work," he corrected, yawning again. "I got straight F's last semester," he said casually with a grin on his face, throwing up a peace sign at me.

"F's."

"F's! <3"

"And who is paying for you to go to college?" I asked, not in a lecturing manner, but rather an amused one. I turned my chair more toward the boy in interest.

"Me," he answered, playing with his nails. "Though it's been 4 years and I haven't really done much. Maybe I'll drop out, who knows," he said, and I thought he was joking.

"Haha, I'm kidding."

Oh, thank God.

"Liu Daiyu, valedictorian of Wuwang High, right?" he asked, and I quirked an eyebrow.

"Ah, so you know Kaeya," I quickly realized, my face expressionless.

"Cmon, don't sell yourself short. I could've known you because of your awesome reputation of being smart," he shrugged, and I stared at him stoically.

"So you know Kaeya—"

"Yes, I know Kaeya."

We laughed, and I looked back in front of me. Kaeya was nowhere near a bad brother. In fact, far from it. He would talk about me and all of my accomplishments to everyone, even the girls he would pick up.

At least i'm worth more than his one night stands. What a relief to know.

Class went by quickly with — whom I learned was Venti — around. He was fun, but also smart. He knew when it was time to stop talking and pay attention and he respected the professors wishes. He really is an enigma. Regardless, I'm glad to have made a friend.