Scar resisted the urge to roll her eyes and took his hand, leading him inside. The usual crew of slackers and sleepers was there, and she tucked herself in the corner as she always did, getting out her notebook and preparing to learn. Of course, she got a seat for Hyde so he could be close to her.
The professor came in soon enough, and she delivered her prepared explanation. The teacher simply nodded and began his lesson, and Scar wrote his words neatly on the pages of her notebook, other hand neatly intertwined with Hyde's, the rings on her fingers glimmering in the fluorescent lights.