The classroom fills up like some kind of magical fashion show, except half these bitches wouldn't know style if it slapped them with a Gucci bag. You know, in my opinion, anyway.
This one absolute unit of a guy walks in. We're talking muscles on muscles, dark skin that screams "foreigner", and a uniform that's fighting for its life to contain all that beef. Has to be Takeshi, I saw some posts about him on the Gram.
... More specifically, I saw a bunch of thirsting.
[Damn boy, you could bench press my entire apartment building...]
The Shimizu twins slide in next, immediately pushing their desks together like they're attached at the hip. Like, literally. Their chairs are so close you couldn't slip a credit card between them.
[Um, isn't that literally cheating? Or do they share one brain cell between them?]
