AU: Justin and Tristan are in high school and have the same age.

Justin - The diligent honor student who never lets anyone copy his homework.

Tristan - The sporty guy who couldn't care less about his studies.

Note: This is not related to the main story.

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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW:

It's Friday morning and everybody feels somewhat relieved that there won't be classes after the day ends.

Tristan is on his way back to the classroom from playing soccer so early in the morning, reeking of sweat and looking so untidy. As he wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, his eyes automatically went to Justin who was diligently doing his homework.

'Huh...? Homework?' Tristan thought to himself as he stood by the door and watched him blankly.

"We have homework?!" He yelled as he ran to Justin's table. "What is it again this time?" Justin said as he closed his notebook, already finished answering. "Will you let me copy yours?" Tristan shamelessly asked as he grinned at him.

Justin looked at him with a you're-so-shameless look.

"Why should I? Go do your homework now. You still have a few more minutes until classes start," Justin said as he turned his head away from Tristan who looked like he just found out that owls have knees.

"H-Hey, come on! Just this time, please?" He said as he knelt beside Justin's chair. "I don't want to, though?" Justin said as he smiled at him, trying to rile him up.historical

"Fine then," Tristan scoffed at him and left. Justin smiled victoriously and sat properly on his chair.

Their class started and it ended with Tristan not being able to pass anything. Justin felt somehow guilty because he felt like it was his fault.

'Ah, no. In the first place, this wouldn't have happened if he did his homework,' he thought to himself.

Time passed by quickly and it was already lunch time. All of them had gone out, while Tristan stayed behind to write his apology letter.

Justin stood by the door as he looked at him, feeling really guilty.

'It's not like this is the first time I've ever refused to let someone copy my answers. Why should I feel guilty about this?' He thought to himself and hurriedly headed to the cafeteria.

Tristan lifted his head and watched Justin fast walking away from the classroom.

"This is totally my fault," he muttered to himself as he raised his brows.

He chuckled as he remembered how Justin left the classroom. "What kind of fast walking was that? He looked like a penguin," he said as his chuckle turned into a laugh. He shook his head as he continued writing with a smile on his face.

As he was writing his apology letter, he felt the sunlight touch his face. He was sitting next to the window, so it was unavoidable that the sun might touch his skin.

'The sun makes me feel kinda sleepy...' He thought to himself as he closed his eyes. He put his arms on the table and placed his head on top of them.

'I'll just take a nap for a bit. I'll wake up after a few minutes,' he thought to himself as he positioned his head in a more comfortable position.

Meanwhile, Justin is currently eating his meal. The food was delicious and it was extra good because the menu for the day was his favorite, pasta. But he felt like there was some kind of lump in his throat, stopping him from swallowing his food properly.

'Has he eaten yet?' He thought to himself as his eyes scanned the cafeteria. 'Not yet, huh...?' He thought as he looked at his food.

He hurriedly ate a few more spoons of his food and hurriedly went in line to buy more food. He then headed to their classroom and as he stood by the door, he saw Tristan sleeping peacefully.

Justin chuckled as he shook his head. "Does he really have the luxury to nap like this when he still hasn't passed his apology letter?" He said to himself and walked inside.

He sat on the chair next to Tristan's and as he was just about to wake him up, he noticed that Tristan has very long lashes.

'His sleeping face looks so gentle.'

He stared at him for a while. 'The sun must be so annoying for him,' he thought to himself and placed his hand a few inches above Tristan's face.

Tristan's eyes suddenly opened and Justin felt like he was caught stealing something that he immediately slapped Tristan's face with his hand that was above his face earlier as a defense mechanism.

"Ow... What was that for?" Tristan said while his eyebrows scrunched as he lifted his head. "I... I tried waking you up but you didn't even move an inch no matter what I did," Justin lied as he frowned. "Really?" Tristan said as he tilted his head a bit.

Justin nodded and said, "Here. Eat this after you pass your letter." He placed the cellophane that has some bread and orange juice inside. "Bye," he said as he stood up and immediately left the classroom. "Thank you!" Tristan yelled as Justin left.

He looked inside the cellophane and saw that everything he hated was there.

"Ah, really...?" He said as he giggled. "Cinnamon bread with raisins and orange juice?" He said as he bit his lower lip while smiling.

He hurriedly finished his letter and went to the faculty room to give the letter to his teacher.

When he got back in their classroom, some of his classmates were already inside and so were his friends.

"Hey, you don't like this kind, right? Can you give this to me?" One of his friends said as he showed him the cinnamon bread Justin bought for him.

"Give me that!" He said as he grabbed the bread from his friend's hand. "Who says I don't like cinnamon bread?" He said as he glared at him. "This is mine. Don't touch it," he said as he opened the plastic that was covering the bread.

"What the hell, bro? You literally hate raisins so much that you even threw up last time," his friend said as he looked at him weirdly. "What's gotten into you?" He said as he shook his head in disbelief.

"I like then now. They're my favorite," Tristan said as he took a bite from his bread.

'Ah... Just as I thought, haha. Raisins are disgusting but.... I might start to like them now."