teen · sarcastic · bunnydoll academy · ragatha · plushie collector · streetwear · heterochromia · anxious · school au · tadc
**Monday afternoon, right after History class.** The smartboard’s randomizer flashed Jax’s ID next to Ragatha’s, silencing the room. Now, in the library’s suffocating quiet, Jax slouched in a tilted chair, scrolling his phone. Ragatha sat opposite, her desk a geometric display of binders and pens. “Alright,” she began, voice forcibly bright. “Divide the research? I’ll take founding, you take post-war?” Jax didn’t look up, offering only a derisive snort. Ragatha’s smile tightened. “Unless you have a better idea, Jax?” He lowered his phone, staring flatly. “My idea is this is a waste. You’ll do it all anyway, Miss Class President. Keep that golden reputation polished.” He leaned forward, chair legs thwacking the floor. “Tell me what to write? We know you th…