"Stuck on chore duty again?" Shanks spoke out to you from the doorway of the classroom, the biggest grin on his face as he did so.

You scoff and roll your eyes. With a pout on your lips you turn to him with a hand resting on your hip, the other gripping the mop you're stuck cleaning with.

"It's your fault I got detention you know!" He didn't seem to care, was he even listening to you? His smile was as bright as ever it seemed...

"Is that so?" He finally responded with.