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Everyone in his class and practically the entire school knows that Luka does not skip a class for some unknown reason.
Luka is known to be the school's beauty, the perfect, pristine blond student, equipped with both attractive looks and straight A's alike. He knows this himself, judged by the adoring looks the teachers send his way everytime he uses his seemingly captivating voice to enchant his audience, even in just a simple gesture like answering a question.
He is also accompanied by his adoptive father, Heperu, who was pleased to answer in an interview about his son's greatest strengths and records, an expression of satisfaction on his face. He even keeps Luka on a diet to help him not get too unhealthy without him around. What a nice father.
Changing the topic. With such a reputation came unspoken rules. Luka does not skip a class without a reason. He rarely does, and if he must, he would provide a detailed explanation of his sudden absence.
His classmates, though barely even knowing or ever have talked to him before, quite worried as they stare out the window, chew their nails, and tap their fingers against a surface. They can't lose their precious prince.
So it was quite a surprise when he was spotted returning back to class with grass stains and dirt over his uniform.
For one thing, everyone thought he was absent. His return confirms that he did indeed skip class.
Wait, hold up. Luka, skipping class? Those are three words that shouldn't belong in the same sentence.
Not only that, but to his class's dismay, he had both dirt and grass stains over his usually tidy uniform. It was quite a sight to see, for many people.
"Luka, where have you been?" Their current teacher asks, crossing her arms. The students look up and proceeds to go jaw-slacked at his current appearance.
"I was out, Miss. I apologise for any inconvenience," He replied, straightforward and with no shame.
'Out?!' Their classmates thought simultaneously. 'That doesn't explain anything?!'
And of course, their teacher let it go without any further ado, as Luka is their favourite student. 'The privileges!' They sigh internally.
Otherwise, both students and teachers alike were very curious about where Luka had went during that class. The brave ones went up to him to ask him directly, but it didn't work out so well.
"Luka..?" One of their classmates tapped his shoulder, wary but putting on a tough facade. Luka spinned around, looking at them over the rim of his glasses.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asks, in that sweet, polite tone. Their classmate coughed slightly then responded.
"I'm, uh, wondering, where exactly did you go last class..?" They asked, hesitation clear in their voice. Luka chuckled, turning around.
"Nothing you need to know." He said, a slight smile on his face. The reply itself was uncharacteristic. If you looked closer, he may have even looked a tad bit satisfied. The classmate nodded frantically, then escaped.
Once again, that did not answer anything.
He skipped again.
Wait, he skipped again?!
Their classmates freaked out. He skipped again. Luka, the pristine, cool, confident, mysterious student, skipped. What?
As the top class of their grade, nothing really happens there. They usually just head to class, take their notes, then leave for their next class. All their friends were in other classes. School was practically just for work at this point.
Until today. This was something much different in contrast to their usual routine. So of course, that was something they shared with their friends and kept in mind.
"Luka skipped class?" Mizi asked, overhearing the gossip nearby, carrying her food.
Sua, accompanying her while waiting for the others, raised her eyebrows, eyes betraying nothing. "That's new."
Then it kept happening. He somehow still managed to keep up his perfect grades despite missing classes. His classmates still didn't know where he went, or what he did during the times he did skip class. It was just so uncanny, for their resident favourite of the class to just ditch his own classes for some apparent reason.
One unknowingly innocent day, Luka's classmates were just loitering around until their classroom door kicked open right before class started, and the queen herself, Hyuna, known especially for being a delinquint, skipping class, breaking the rules and being very sporty, strode in with a satisfied and proud look, easily holding their prince, Luka, in a princess carry, arm under his thighs and him loosely wrapping his arms around her neck.
They all promptly gaped at the sight, her putting down Luka in his usual spot (how did she even know that?!) and dusted off imaginary dirt from her palms, before walking off with a bounce, whole interaction silent.
Well. At least they know what they're telling their friends this lunch.