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fuck. i meant to say "mom."
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now it was takashi's turn to be frustrated. he had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something rude, and keep a tight grip on his thighs to keep from hitting something - or someone. the blonde had never, ever been this frustrated and angry at someone in his life...this was like some rare event in a video game. "i'm trying to help you, reiko," he mumbled, staring at the girl next to him. "why don't you understand that? i genuinely want you to get good grades and be a good student. just think - if you actually try and get your grades up, you'll never speak to me again. ever. so let me ask you one more time - do you want to go to a different classroom to work, or do you want to stay here? or, perhaps, do you want to talk about your lack of motivation with your teacher?"
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the blonde leaned back in his seat as the door slammed, taking a deep breath. again. it's obvious now that i can't be her friend. all we do is piss each other off. almost everyone in the room stared with wide eyes as he stood and went to the door, shutting it softly as he exited the room. he turned his head, and, to his surprise, found reiko on the ground, face buried in her knees. heaving a sigh, he walked over to her, sliding down the wall next to her. "hey...i'm sorry. i probably said some things i shouldn't have, huh?"
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"come on, miyuki. i'm trying to be nice and apologize here. honestly, i don't think i'm the one who needs to apologize, but i'm doing it anyway." the blonde leaned his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. at this rate, her grades will never improve and we'll both be in trouble. i don't want to be kicked out of the program just because of one stubborn first year. takashi glanced over at reiko again, and suddenly, he didn't feel very angry anymore. she looked so pitiful...and was she crying? oh no. i didn't hurt her that bad, did i? damn it... slowly, he reached out, patting her shoulder with a trembling hand. "...i guess you can go home and do whatever you do. feel free to mentally beat me up on your way home. i guess i deserve it."
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and takashi gets a nosebleed.
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takashi didn't bother to fight off the hug. it was rather unexpected and reckless, but at the same time, it was also sweet and cute. the blonde pulled away a few seconds later, turning his head to hide the dark blush on his cheeks. "i f-forgive you. you can head home now if you want. don't bother with the worksheet - we'll get to it one of these days. b-bye, i guess."
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"w-we could do that. if you want to. any time is fine with me, so call whenever you're ready." he stood as well and flashed a small smile, lingering in his place for a few moments before going back to the classroom. a lot happened today. i'll have something to tell dad when i get home. takashi packed up his stuff and walked out again, a permanent grin plastered on his face.
[ you wanna start for the next timeskip? i was thinking they could just end up talking instead of doing the worksheet. that would be cute. ]
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takashi bolted upright as his cellphone rang, nearly throwing his book across the room. "god, has this thing always been so loud?" he reached over to his nightstand, pawing around for the red device that had been charging at the time. once he found it, he tore out the charger's cord and flipped it open, answering reiko's call on the last ring. "hello? ...ah, miyuki-san." the smile from earlier returned. "did you call about the homework, or...?"
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"a-ah, that. right, right." where the hell did the 'or' come from? what am i thinking? takashi leaned back on his pillow again, letting out a small, nearly inaudible sigh. "okay, then. let's get started. you know how this works by now - try it out for yourself, and i'll stay on the phone in case you need help."
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without even stopping to think, takashi told her the formula, slowly walking her trough the steps as he always did. "now try it out." she always does so much better on the phone with me than at school in the classroom. maybe what i said earlier was right. i'll see if i can get up a private classroom for studying.
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takashi was silent for a moment, mentally solving the problem himself. "hm...very good. correct. you seem to be much better at math outside the classroom. why is that? or is there no particular reason?"
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so this may be the only way we can study together? that won't do. "i see. i'm just trying to figure out the best way to make you comfortable while studying at school. you don't seem to like the classroom, as i've noticed. is there anywhere you think you would be able to study in peace? like outside? in an empty room? i'm just trying to figure something out for us here."
/ fail post ugh
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"alright, i can reserve one just for us." when she went silent, he figured she was trying to solve a problem, and was just about to ask if she needed help before she spoke again. "...the whole paper? you're sure? good job, miyuki-san! i knew we could do it! alright! then tomorrow we'll move on to literature!"
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"nah, you've still got quite a long way to go. but don't worry - i'll be out of your life in no time." takashi laughed as well, bringin an arm behind his head to prop it up. "so...you wanna hang up now, or is there anything you want to talk to me about?"
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"oh...uh...there's not much to say. eh, i'm fifteen, and i'm a second year at our school. i have excellent grades, and i like to read a lot...uhm...your turn...?"
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"i see. i'm not a very big gamer. i've only played the classics - ones that came out around the time i was five and so on. i'm more into fantasy adventures in books than first person shooters in games, honestly."[/fancypost]
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takashi couldn't help but chuckle at that. "indeed. i never really picture myself as the main character, though - i like to imagine myself in the story as nothing more than an innocent bystander, watching whatever's happening at the moment." that didn't sound ridiculous at all, takashi. "but, uh, anyway...oh! yeah, about today, i'm really sorry for being a jerk. i can't seem to apologize enough. i've never spoken to a first year like that before, so i feel really guilty."
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