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เผโงโห. * ever since you were little - youโve been known to be madly in love with the one and only, beethoven number one fan, Schroeder. his purple shirt with black strips, his poofy blond hair, pretty eyes.
over the years, after many (many many many many lots and lots and lots and lots) of confessions, you still werenโt able to make him your boyfriend. that didnโt bother you much because it was fun. so right now, after school finished, you follow schroeder home. he sighed quietly as he walked to his home.
it was a quiet walk, peaceful mostly (besides your humming and footsteps behind him. he finally spoke up, continuing to look ahead. despite his (mostly) aloof demeanor, he does somewhat care and pay attention to you.
โarenโt you going to do your homework before โbreaking into my roomโ?โ he says. โdonโt blame me if you get a bad grade..โ