At school :
The sharp ticking of the clock felt louder than usual.
Spark glanced at it once—and then again.
“Great… I’m going to be late.”
He rushed to the washroom, splashed water on his face, and looked up at the mirror.
He froze.
Dark circles stared back at him.
He leaned closer.
“When did I become a panda?” he muttered under his breath.
He clicked his tongue, grabbed his bag, and stormed out of the room. He didn’t even bother checking whether Day was awake or not.
Why should he care?
After all, they had wasted the entire night fighting over a stupid bed.
At School
On burst into laughter the moment he saw Spark.
“So you both fought and didn’t sleep the entire night just for a bed?”
Spark shot him a glare sharp enough to silence most people.
“Keep laughing. I dare you.”
The classroom was already half full when they entered. It was big, warm, and buzzing with energy. Some students were seated properly, flipping through notebooks. Others were roaming outside like free birds, enjoying the last few minutes before class.
Then the bell rang.
Within seconds, the chaotic noise shifted into formal silence as the teacher walked in.
“Good morning, students.”
“Good morning, ma’am,” the class echoed.
She placed her books down and smiled.
“I’m your new homeroom teacher. My name is Kit. Please don’t hesitate to ask questions. I’ll always be here to guide you. Now, take out your notebooks and get ready.”
The class settled.
Spark tried to focus.
Tried.
Then—
“May I come in, ma’am? I’m sorry for being late.”
The voice was calm.
Controlled.
Confident.
Spark’s head turned automatically.
And the world seemed to pause.
It was him.
Day.
Standing at the door like he belonged there.
Spark felt his stomach drop.
No.
No way.
Why is he here?
The classroom buzzed with whispers.
“That’s him, right?” “The quiz winner?” “He was in the news!”
Spark’s fingers tightened around his pen.
On leaned closer and whispered, “Are you dumb, Spark? That’s Day. His family is rich, and he recently won first prize in a very difficult quiz competition. He’s basically a perfect student.”
Spark’s jaw tightened.
Perfect?
Yesterday he fought with him over a bed.
Today he’s the golden boy?
Day walked past their row.
For a second—
Just one second—
Their eyes met.
A silent challenge.
Spark looked away first.
He hated that.
The entire class, Spark couldn’t focus.
Every time the teacher praised Day for answering correctly, something twisted inside him.
So what if he’s rich? So what if he’s smart?
That doesn’t mean he owns everything.
Including my room.
After class, the bell rang.
Spark stood up immediately.
He glanced at Day once more.
Day didn’t look impressed.
If anything, he looked slightly disgusted.
That annoyed Spark even more.
At the Faculty :
Spark grabbed On by the shoulder.
“On… tell me how I can change my roommate.”
On blinked, then slowly smiled.
“Oh? Planning something?”
Spark smirked.
“If I can’t change my roommate… then I’ll make him change.”
On’s grin widened. “So you’re going to prank him?”
Spark crossed his arms.
“I know he’s a ‘perfect’ student. But let’s see how perfect he remains when things start going wrong.”
He turned toward the corridor where Day had just disappeared.
His voice lowered.
“Day… your bad days are about to start.”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“Prepare yourself.”
And somewhere down the hall, Day paused for a moment—
As if he had felt the storm beginning.
To Be Continued…
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