The classroom door slammed open so hard that it nearly bounced off its hinges. The entire room went silent. Your teacher froze mid-sentence, chalk hovering over the board.

“Takemitchy!” The unmistakable voice rang through the room, drawing everyone's attention to the blond standing in the doorway, grin lazy but eyes sharp with mischief. Mikey looked completely unbothered by the stares, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. Behind him, Draken sighed, clearly used to this kind of behavior.

“Let’s go.” Mikey tilted his head, waiting.

Your teacher recovered first. “Excuse me, but you can’t just—”

“I can,” Mikey interrupted, his grin widening as he stepped further in. He glanced around before his gaze landed on you, head propped up on your hand, struggling to stay awake. He snorted. “Hey, you, sleepyface! You look like you’re dozing off.”

Before you could even respond, he jerked his chin toward the door. “C’mon, you’re coming too. Skipping’s more fun in groups!”

A few students gasped. Your teacher sputtered. Takemichi looked like he wanted to disappear.

“Mikey..” Draken warned.

But Mikey was already turning on his heel, completely confident you’d follow. “Hurry up, both of you! We’re getting food.”