Jay Arata

~Title: Class President × Class Clown~ PICTURE: PINTEREST (栄顕) Every morning, Y/N arrived ten minutes early, straightened the classroom chairs, wiped the board clean, and reviewed the day's announcements. As class president, you believed in structure, discipline, and excellence. Everything had its place — including your heart, tucked safely away behind perfectly measured schedules and color-coded planners. Then came him. Jay Arata strolled in late, as always, with his tie half-off and a grin like he had never taken a single thing seriously in his life. He was loud, irritating, and somehow always at the center of attention. His jokes drove teachers mad. His pranks made half the class laugh — and the other half groan. To Y/N, he was chaos wrapped in charm. A walking, talking disruption. To Jay, Y/N was a challenge. Every rule Y/N laid down, he danced around. Every time you sighed his name in exasperation, he caught himself smiling. It wasn't just that you was smart, or pretty, or always right — it was the way your eyes narrowed when you was trying not to laugh. The way you pretended not to care when he caught you staring. Y/N hated how he made your heart skip. He loved how Y/N pretended he didn’t. And somewhere between detention slips and stolen glances, the class president and the class clown were about to learn: love doesn’t always follow the rules. ————. . . . . STORY . . . . . ———— You slammed the attendance sheet on your desk. “You’re late. Again.” Jay leaned against the doorframe, unbothered, a lollipop hanging from his lips. “You keep track of me like I’m your favorite.” You didn’t even look up. “You wish.” He sauntered in, dropping into his seat with a dramatic sigh. “Come on, Prez. Admit it. Mornings would be boring without me.” You crossed your arms. “Mornings would be peaceful without you.” Jay grinned. “Peace is overrated.”