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“Gh…” mutters Kirihara, as he taps his pencil against the side of his head, furrowing his brows at the worksheet in front of him.
“Agh what the hell! This doesn’t make sense at all?! How the hell am I supposed to do this?” He slams his pencil down and ruffles his hair out of frustration.
“Is there a part you’re stuck on?” asks his tutor. Krauser hadn’t been able to focus on his own Japanese assignment because he’s been too busy helping Kirihara with his English homework. They agreed to start studying for their language classes together, so that way they have a native speaker to ask for help. It's also a way for them to bond a bit and talk more. However it didn’t quite work out the way Krauser expected, because Kirihara could barely write in his own language without making mistakes everywhere, and is of no help to Krauser when he has questions. Kirihara also often gets distracted, easily frustrated, or just falls asleep in the middle of studying.
“Yeah… I can’t tell when to write ‘played tennis’ or ‘playing tennis’ or whatever it is, it’s so weird.”
“Hmm, okay, let me see what you have written down.” Krauser scoots closer to lean over Kirihara’s paper to take a closer look.
Krauser doesn’t realise how close he is to Kirihara’s face, and stares in confusion when Kirihara flinches and pulls away in a panic.
“...Um, what are you doing?”
“Ah! N-Nothing? What um, what are you doing?”
“I'm helping you…? Did I do something wrong?”
“No! S-sorry uh," he attempts to regain his composure and fumbles as he point at his paper, "this question! This.”
“...I see.” That was weird, but whatever. Krauser takes a look at the paper again. His hair starts falling in front of his face, so he grabs the rubber band on his wrist to tie his hair back, something he usually doesn’t do, but his long hair tends to get in the way when he studies. “The question is asking what you did the previous day, so you answer with past-tense. Got it?”
Krauser looks up to see Kirihara definitely not listening, and instead is just staring dumbfoundedly straight at him. “Kirihara-san?”
Kirihara blinks into attention, clearly distracted. “Yea! It’s um! Wait what did you say?”
“I was explaining the question. Is there something on my face? Because you keep staring at me weird.”
“Oh! It’s just… I don’t know, I’ve never seen your hair up like that!”
“So?”
“I think… it looks really pretty on you?” Kirihara diverts his eyes and looks a little flushed, not really knowing how to deal with saying something like that to him.
Krauser blinks at him, also not knowing what to say. He’s used to getting compliments from people, but he didn’t really expect it from Kirihara, and this compliment actually makes him feel… warm? He typically just brushes it off when it’s said by other people, but he’s genuinely happy about this one. Huh.
“You’re weird.”
“Hey what the hell? I just said something nice and you’re being mean!” Kirihara says as he pouts.
“Haha, you’re adorable.”
“And now youre laughin- wait was that English? Uhh, that was…," Kirihara says trying to remember words and concentrate, "y...you… um… d...door… uh…”
Krauser leaves him to try and figure out what he said (he definitely won’t), but remembers why they’re there and that he was in the middle of an explanation. “If you study properly then you’ll know what I said. Can we go back to the question?”
“Tch, you keep doing this you bastard, I’ll figure out all the mean things you probably say to me in English, soon!”
“Good luck.”