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awful.
that's how your first year of college is going.
three semesters in and you haven't made not one friend. nobody even talks to you! there were countless times when professors said to partner up and you worked alone. it's probably because you're so annoying.
at least your apartment is cute! your family is pretty well-off so you were able to get an apartment between a series of shops and your campus.
now though, you're walking to your morning class: statistics. god, do you hate that class. nothing makes any sense. plus, the professor definitely hates you.
as you step into the class you get an awful feeling. maybe it'll be another F on a test!
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"y/n."
your professor spoke slowly as he placed a test in front of you. face-down.
"please see me after class."
fuck.
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after everyone packed up and left you stayed at your desk, praying you wouldn't be assigned a tutor. that'd be so embarrassing. as you stood up to go to your professor's desk, a boy with black hair and bad bed-head gave you a sympathetic glance as he left the lecture hall.
he probably knows how stupid i am too.
"y/n l/n."
"haha.....that's my name!"
he gave you an unimpressed look and you shuffled on your feet once you reached his desk.
"this is the second test you've failed."
"is it really? i could've sworn i passed the last one-"
"if you fail one more test i'll have no choice but to assign you a tutor."
oh.
"wait..w-waitwaitwait. no- i can pass the next one!"
"so you say."
he opened his laptop.
"you have a....sixty-four in this class, after the test. if you fail one more you'll be failing."
he closed his computer and looked at you.
"if you don't want a tutor, pass the next test."
"okay..."
you left that lecture hall with your cheeks feeling hot, and the feeling that you were drowning.
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unbelievable! you could've sworn you got at least a sixty percent on the last test... with your chiikawa themed bag in hand, you stepped into the library. you loved libraries. they were quiet, everyone minded their business, and nobody ever looked at you weird.
you looked around...no open tables.
no open tables?
yikes.
you walked around a few bookshelves looking for a table with nobody sitting there. why were there so many duos here??? you finally walked to the back and crossed your fingers that there would be an open seat.
there wasn't.
but!
there was a boy sitting at a table with headphones on. he looked normal enough, and that he wouldn't mind if a nutjob sat next to him. apparently you were lingering near him for too long though.
"do you need something?"
he took off his headphones and looked at you. he has really messy hair.
"uhm—i'm really sorry to bother you, b-but do you mind if i sit here..? i need to study for a class that i'm not doing so great in...but if i can't sit here it's okay-"
"yeah"
oh! that was really easy!
you sat in the seat adjacent to him and peeped at him. he looked really pretty..and kinda familiar. whatever! you pulled out a statistics study packet from your bag and set it on the table. studying time! hopefully the work makes a little sense right now.
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studying time did NOT go well! you looked down at the paper...woah..? you've never done so bad while studying.
you scratched the back of your neck and glanced around. maybe college isn't for you. when you looked back at the table the boy was staring at you.
"do you need any help..?"
your cheeks immediately felt hot.
"uh-! no! i'm okay..!"
"is that statistics work? i'm pretty good with math—i could tutor you or something..."
you looked at your work and crumpled it up.
"nope! wouldn't want to be a bother."
"it wouldn't be a bother-"
"NOPE!"
was he making fun of you??? why is he so incessant?
you shoved everything of yours into your bag and scurried off like a little shit.
"w-wait! your pen!"
oh my god! it'd be too embarrassing to go back for it. just let him keep and bask in chiikawa's cuteness.
what an awful day.
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believe it or not, after all your studying, you still failed the next test two weeks later. with a whopping fifty-nine percent. your professor called you to his desk again and gave a spiel saying that you could do better, blah blah, everything you already know. but what caught your attention is when he actually assigned you a tutor. good thing your mom won't hear about this or you would never hear the end of it.
by noon, you were sitting in the library with a boy named megumi fushiguro. why does he look so familiar?
"uh...here's your pen back..."
he's that guy! from the library a few weeks ago!
"o-oh..."
you took it and clipped it back to your matching notebook.
"so...i'm sure professor nanami told you about me already, but my name is megumi."
"...y/n...i'm sorry about last time...i was really embarrassing last time i saw you..."
"it's okay—anyway, what exactly are you struggling with?"
"everything. i'm not good at maths..."
"okay...okay i can work with that..."
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"do you understand a least a little better now?"
"...kinda...?"
"that's better than not at all, you know we'll be meeting four more times? our last meet up will be before the next test. hopefully by then you'll be a pro."
why did he sound like he couldn't wait to be done with you?
"mhm..."
he looked at you confused.
"are you okay?"
"yeah...i'm sorry for wasting your time..."
you packed up your belongings (including your pen) and left. upon your departure megumi thought. thought about how he'd never seen a girl so beautiful. how such a beautiful girl could seem so sad and lonely. you always stood out to him—in your statistics lectures with your jean skirts and nerdy graphic tees, on campus in passing, even in the library. you always looked so tired and upset in statistics. he wanted to comfort you. to be the only one who could. he laughed at the absurd thought.
"what am i thinking?" he muttered as he began making a new study guide for you.
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the first week of tutoring passed in a breeze. you actually felt like you could semi-understand your assignments now. but you were still uncomfortable around megumi. you were sure he was counting the days until he was done tutoring you. he could feel an awkward aura around you anytime he was near. halfway through your second to last study session he commented on it.
"do you want to switch to a different tutor?"
"h-huh..?"
"i have a friend, maki, she's good in statistics too-"
he heard sniffling.
were you crying?
another sniffle.
you were.
"hey...why are you crying?"
"i'm sorry..."
you looked up at him and, lord, has he ever seen anything so pretty? your lashes were wet with tears and the tip of your nose was tinted red. you looked like a tiny piece of heaven.
"uh...for what?"
you patted the corners of your eyes with your sleeve.
"for being so difficult...and stupid."
"what? who said you were stupid? and you're not difficult at all. you're actually getting way better."
"you don't have to lie...if you don't like me just say t-that. i can find another tutor if you're done with me."
megumi was starting to feel down from all the negativity radiating off of you.
"c'mon don't say that...you're not a bad person to tutor. it's just that—you seem uncomfortable around me."
"i'm not..."
"that's good then. we can finish these last two sessions and you will pass the next test with flying colors."
you simply nodded. ugh. megumi just wanted to kiss that pout off your lips. but instead, he settled for a compliment.
"i like your victini coin, it's cute"
he pointed to the pokémon coin dangling off the side of your bag.
"you think so?"
he thought it was so cute how quickly you changed demeanors once he brought up something you liked. he loved your smile.
"yeah it suits you"
"thank you!"
you were smiley and giggly for the rest of the study session.
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the day of the test came sooner than later. you were locked in while taking it. you felt comfortable taking it sitting next to megumi, who you found was the boy who sat behind you in statistics, how ironic. now, it was the day after the test, you were sitting next to megumi doodling on his notebook while you waited for your test back.
"good job."
you looked up at you professor who was holding your test out to you with a half smile.
an eighty-one percent.
you passed!
"I PASSED!"
you jumped up and down holding megumi's shoulder. you took note of the one-hundred percent in front of him but didn't comment.
"you didn't just pass you got an A too."
megumi said and smiled at your antics. you were so cute.
"thank you! thank you so much megumi!"
his cheeks flushed slightly.
"it's nothing really...we should go get something sweet later to celebrate your score."
"yes! i love sweets!"
megumi silently thanked you for putting so many pins of pastries on your bag.
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megumi watched as you shoveled cake into your mouth like a toddler with a smile.
how cute.
"why ar' you starin' at me?"
"no reason...your hair looks cute."
you smiled and kept eating while megumi sipped a black coffee.
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when you both were done, megumi offered to pay, which you declined, and he argued back. you ended up splitting the bill in exchange that he walks you home.
"that was fun! i really like sweets!"
"i'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
you swung your arms around while you walked. megumi couldn't stop looking at you. you looked so happy. he should bring you on more dates hangouts.
you rambled excitedly about your test score and that you hadn't scored so high since the sixth grade.
"i really owe you one megumi."
"please. you really don't"
you reached your door.
"i don't want you to feel like i'm done with you now or something..."
you pouted. he laughed
"i feel a lot about you, but definitely nothing like that, y/n."
this time you laughed.
"you're funny megumi. thanks for today! see you tomorrow!"
"uh...yeah...bye."
you went inside and closed the door, leaving an awfully embarrassed megumi outside.
"why did i say that???"
he groaned and started walking back to his own apartment.
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the next few days were a lot more fun with megumi as your friend now. you had someone to sit with in class, and talk to after class. you actually felt happy for the first time in many months.
the last stats test of the semester was in two weeks and you and megumi had agreed on a joint study session schedule. over the course of two weeks you both would study and your apartment for four days, megumi's for five, and cafes or the library for the other five. today, the first day was at your apartment.
megumi arrived exactly at noon like he said he would. you both were sitting in your room now, megumi at your desk, and you on your bed. he looked around at all the decorations you had in here. a large white display shelf with hentai cute figures, paper hyacinths hanging from the ceiling, chiikawa plushies on your bed, along with frilly pink blankets, and miscellaneous mirrors and hand-made decor scattered along your walls.
"i like your room"
"y-you do?"
if he did and meant it, then that would mean a lot to you. you believe that your room reflects you perfectly and mirrors your heart.
"yeah. it's very you."
"is it...? thank you.."
you smiled and felt your ears go hot.
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ever since that day you've seen megumi in a different light. how good he looks when he wears button ups. the way his bed head sticks up no matter what you do to it. his pretty face. his pretty lips. lord, what you would give to taste them just once.
megumi also noticed the change. there was a very palpable, unspoken tension between you two, he was ecstatic, maybe you finally liked him back, but for now. you had a test to complete. once that was complete, he would fantasize about you as much as he wanted.
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two days later, you were sitting across from megumi in a cafe. you both were here in celebration of your ninety percent on your stats semester final. you were more nervous around him now. nothing like before, you intentionally wore cuter outfits around him and did your makeup a bit extra on days you would go on dates hangout with him.
"megumi...i really...appreciate you.. without you i couldn't have brought my grade back up to passing.."
you picked at your nail polish as you spoke.
"it's nothing, i'd do a lot for you, honestly."
"you would..?"
"mhm."
you wonder if megumi could ever like you back.
on your walk back to your apartment you swung your hand joined with megumi's.
when did that happen?
"hey y/n..."
"hey megumi..."
you replied, teasing his serious tone.
"what would you say if i asked you out?"
you stopped walking.
"out...?"
"like, to be my girlfriend."
your face suddenly felt hot again. that happens a lot around him now.
"are you asking for real? or for jokes?"
you asked him to confirm. there's no way he could like you back. no way-
"for real."
he turned to look at you and took a deep breath.
"y/n. will you be my girlfriend?"
you just looked at him stunned.
"yes."
"yes?"
"yes!"
you jumped into a hug and he caught you and hugged you back.
"does that yes also mean i can kiss you now..?"
"double yes!"
you feel his lips press against yours, they're so warm. you swear you've never felt so happy in your life. megumi is all you've ever wanted. and now you finally have him.