Lazing About in a Dating Sim

When Lucia and I eventually made it to her classroom, she gave me a peck on my left cheek before waving goodbye and walking into her classroom.

“Sometimes, I feel like I don’t even have to tell you what’s on my mind anymore.”

I mumbled to myself after I softly caressed the left side of my face.

Then I just started to walk at a brisk pace towards the Calligraphy Classroom.

Well, at least in the general direction of the Calligraphy classroom.

And about 15 minutes later, I realized that I had somehow completely passed by the Calligraphy classroom and had to backtrack.

Which was a tad annoying, as this meant that I had to walk a few more miles than usual this morning.

Though, this definitely could have gone worse, as at least this detour didn’t end up making me late to class.

In fact, I made it there before Jeremiah had.

Though, I guess that isn’t really saying much, considering that he’s usually either barely on time or a few minutes late to class, despite being the one in charge of the whole thing.

When I did eventually make it to the classroom, as usual I took a seat towards the back and then just sat idly by until Jeremiah arrived and started the lesson for today.

And luckily for me, this didn’t end up happening until about 7 minutes after the bell had rung for a second time today.

“Alright Class, you guys have an exam today so put away everything except for your writing utensils and ink.”

Jeremiah said a few seconds after he arrived.

“So are you gonna be teaching us anything new after the exam is over or…”

A student in the front row asked.

“Hmm? Nah. Aside from this exam, I’ve run out of stuff to give y’all until Wednesday rolls around.”

Jeremiah remarked before setting down his coffee and beginning to pass out test papers to the students who were currently present.

There were a multitude of reasons as to why I enjoyed being in Jeremiah’s class, ranging from his lax attitude and penitent to waste class time by telling stories about his past.

But really the main thing that’s keeping me from transferring out is Jeremiah’s distaste for busywork.

Well, that and the paperwork I’d have to fill out in order to switch classes.

Anyhow, a few seconds later, I got handed the exam, which appeared to have all the questions we went over in the past 2 weeks, which were all somehow related to the origins of Calligraphy.

Fortunately, since I listened to at least a third of all of Jeremiah’s lectures, it didn’t really take me that long to get through the entire thing.

And even better, I’m pretty sure I only missed about 4-5 questions on the test.

Which meant that there was virtually no chance of me having to retake it in the future.

After I finished the exam, I just turned it over and set it aside.

Then I pulled a book out of my knapsack, something which Jeremiah permitted students to do after they finished an exam or a quiz, just so long as the book’s contents weren’t related to Calligraphy.

The book was the same one that I had read the other day while Lucia was sleeping, the one that dealt with the era in which the fall of Baronth took place and the various things people made in order to stave off starvation during that time, one of which being the flourless biscuit.

I had chosen to read it again partly because I wanted to be a bit more ready for the competition I had this afternoon and partly because I had forgotten to shove any other books into my backpack this morning.

“This is gonna be one long period… isn’t it.”

I muttered under my breath after looking towards the grandfather clock situated towards the right side of the classroom, whose hands appeared to barely move at all.

In turn, I just sighed before once again looking down at the lines of text present in the book I currently held in my hands. 

Much to my chagrin, the prose didn’t get any less drab or obtuse upon further inspection.

Nonetheless, I kept reading through it, as I didn’t really have anything better to do.

Well, maybe except making paper airplanes using the pages of the novel.

About 1 grueling hour later, the school’s bells rang and signaled that the period was finally coming to a close.

And a few moments later Jeremiah dismissed the class.

In response, I gathered up my things and started walking towards the spot Lucia and I usually met at, during the lunch hour.

The route I took in order to reach said place, ended up not being that packed, and was overall pretty easy to navigate even for me.

Which meant that, by the time I had arrived, Lucia had also just barely made it there.

“Well, would you look at that, you’re not late for once, Otto! I should give you some sort of medal.”

Lucia quipped, a few seconds after I arrived.

“Just make sure that it's one made out of platinum.”

“Ugh, too expensive, this’ll have to do for now!”

Lucia remarked before giving me a soft kiss on the neck and latching onto my left arm, which caused all of the fatigue I was harboring to simply vanish into thin air.

“...You always know just how to wake me up, don’t you?”

“It’s a gift. Anyway, we should probably get going so we don’t end up missing the competition just to grab lunch.”

“Fine by me.”

I replied while trying my best to hide my face from Lucia.

“Oh and you do know that even if you look away from me, I still know exactly what the color of your cheeks are right, Otto?”

“Please stop talking.”

“Fine, since you asked nicely, I guess I’ll stop teasing you… for now.”

Lucia said mischievously before leading the both of us towards the lunch line, which fortunately wasn’t that long today.