Outfit in photo. Except a tank top is put under the flannel by reader.
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You had eventually fallen asleep after eating dinner. You now woke up, throwing the sheets and cover off of you. You made your bed before picking out a red flannel, white tank top, black skinny jeans and black boots.

You took a shower and washed your hair. You brushed and blow-dry ed it. After putting on some eyeliner and a bit of lip gloss, you went to the kitchen and poured some cereal into a bowl. You put a spoon in the bowl before sitting down at the table. You ate your breakfast before drinking your cup of orange juice.

You washed your bowl, spoon, and cup. "Bye, Mom." You hugged her and slung your backpack over your shoulder before leaving to get there on time.

You were walking when you heard footsteps behind you. "(y/n)!" Marco appeared on your left while Jean appeared on your right.

"Hi." You smiled.

"How are you?" Marco asked.

You shrugged. "I'm good, I suppose. How about you?"

"I'm good. Yesterday was fun with 'Super Smash Bros.'" The freckled boy grinned.

"It was!" You chuckled. "You won overall."

"You did great, though." He said.

"There's a carnival happening Saturday through the next Sunday." Jean informed you.

"Oh, cool. I probably won't go." You put both backpack straps on your shoulders.

"What?! You can't just not go!" Jean exclaimed.

You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

"Because, well, it's your first carnival in the city!"

"And. . .?"

"And we're going! Why aren't you going anyway?" He asked.

"Uh, carnivals aren't really my thing." You replied, still confused.

"It'll be fun, (y/n)."

Another reason was because you wanted to hang out with your Dad. Hopefully you could hang out on one of the days of the week. But, your Mom did say to have fun.

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course. But, we'll be going on Sunday." Marco told you kindly. "Just let me know what you decide before then."

You nodded. "Okay, thanks."

"Anytime."

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You arrived to your first class -- Ms. Zoe's class. "Good morning."

"Good morning, (y/n)!" Hanji smiled.

You smiled at her and went to your seat. Jean arrived at the classroom and sat down next to you.

"Still thinking about it?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm not sure yet."

Jean hummed in response. "Just let us know before we go."

"I will, don't worry.

He nodded. "Okay, so, something we like about each other."

"Yeah." You looked at Jean and noticed his eyes were amber. "Your eye color." You grabbed your pencil and wrote it down.

"What?" Pink dusted his cheeks.

"Your. Eye. Color." You replied, oblivious to the heat on his cheeks. You raised an eyebrow, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. . . Yeah, I'm fine. But, my eye color?"

"Jean, yes. Your eye color."

"It's common."

"No, not really. I've never seen anyone else with it." You replied. "My eye color is boring. It's just (e/c)."

"No one's eyes have ever lit up as much as yours."

You glanced at his lips before shaking your head. "Really? No offense, but, I doubt that. I'm not the happiest person ever."

"I didn't say you were. You just have a different view of everything. Specks of creativity in your eyes." He grabbed his pencil and wrote something down.

You looked at him for a moment, thinking about what he said.

Creativity?