Paint it red

Sixty days before

After a calm and uneventful weekend during which the (h/c) haired female had spent some quality time with her family, she was now back in school.

Her head rested between her hands as she listened to the French teacher, Shin beside her. She let out a sigh, eager for the hour to come to an end. Usually she would love French hours, but today's lesson was boring as ever, plus Monday mornings had never been her thing. But was it anyone's ?

The shy male gazed over to the dreaming girl beside him, her eyes focused on the board despite her obvious disinterest in the analysis of Le rouge et le noir by Stendhal. Not that he could blame her when he too got lost after the twenty first minutes of class. Not that the book was annoying or boring, it was a classic and very interesting, however the analysis given by their teacher was.

An idea to sort them out of their boredom suddenly popped in the boy's brain as he ripped a small piece of paper from his agenda, taking out his pen and beginning to write a few words, then folding it neatly. Afterwards he discreetly passed the paper to the female next to him, his eyes searching hers. The girl noticed the note and unfolded it, her eyes scanned her friend's graceful writing.

'Enjoyed your weekend ?'

The girl grabbed her pen and began to write back. She then passed the paper back to the male who waited for her response while watching her trace the letters. He then retrieved the note, reading her answer, a curious glint in his grey eyes.

'Watched (f/s) with my family between two essays and you ?'

The male's lips curved in a gentle smile as he wrote down his answer.

His heart filled with warmth, an agreeable feeling creeping inside of his chest and making his whole body alive. It had been a long time since anyone asked him how his weekend had been. The only friends he had in this new school were (Y/n) and the boys he lived with, but as they spent all their weekends together they did not need to ask him about it. Therefore having someone actually ask him how he was doing or how his weekend went was refreshing and pleasing.

'I wrote and completed my notebook... I'll have to buy a new one. Would you like to join me next weekend ?'

The male gazed a last time at his message. A light blush graced his cheeks as he wrote the words down.

After reading the paper the female gazed up at him and smiled as she nodded, muttering a soundless okay. It was settled then, and the male couldn't wait to see her alone.

'And I meant to ask you ... Would you mind if I called you ? I mean in case I need help in French...'

The male returned the note, his cheeks warmer than before as he hoped the girl would accept. Would she believe his lame excuse ? All he really wanted was a confirmation he could call her, rather for French or just to hear her voice and talk.

He gazed at her, scanning her reaction. Finally, a kind smile stretched her lips as she looked back at him, mouthing a silent " of course".

Uma sat down next to his (h/c) haired geography partner. He greeted her with a kind and friendly smile, waving his hand lightly. She replied with a smile of her own and another wave of the hand.

"How are you ?" She asked teasingly, even though she knew that this weekend had been everything but reposing for the male.

The boy scratched the back of his head, a half hearted chuckle leaving his lips as he took out his notebook and pencil case.