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There were only a few days were you truly could say, “I hate everybody’s existence” with full truth.
Today was that day.
“How could you get it wrong? The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell!” you slammed your hand down on the science textbook, your finger extended to the cartoon diagram of the smiley-face plant.
Kageyama Tobio was silent in front of you, his face contorted to that angry expression he wore 24/7. “Oh.”
You sighed, crossing your arms and sitting back on the bench. Hitoka, your friend, had begged with her head bowed to the floor for you to help tutor Kageyama after he had miserably failed all of his exams. You had agreed, thinking the job would be easy.
It was not.
“Okay. This is middle school science.” You took the textbook back from Kageyama’s hands, slamming it onto your thighs. You inhaled deeply. You had to force yourself not to tell him, ‘you suck so badly that I want to die.’
If you didn’t have such a ‘woman of my word’ complex, you probably would’ve ditched him long ago.
“[Name]-san?”
You looked up from burying your face in your hands, nodding at him.
“Can I… take a break?”
You sighed, looking to your right where the volleyball club was doing sprints. Kageyama had gotten to his knees asking to study in the gym, and you were definitely regretting giving in.
“What’s the square root of 172?”
“That’s such a bad serve… wait, what?”
“Which year did the Edo Period end?”
“God, his form is terrible…. wait, what?”
“Kageyama-kun, do you need a drink of water?”
“You don’t set like that… wait, wh — ”
“You’re really far behind…” you tried to reason with him, checking your watch. It was nearly 4:30. “Your re-tests are in two days.”
Kageyama suddenly grabbed your hands, his dark blue eyes wide. “[Name]-san, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for a break.”
You looked down at your hands intertwined with his, then back up at him. “Wait, what?”
“Is that a yes!?”
You were still dumbfounded. His intense voice took you a while to register — but before you could he hugged you and kissed you on the cheek sloppily after a long moment’s hesitation.
“Thank you, [Name]!” he muttered, dashing off.
Your hands were still raised awkwardly in the air, your mouth half open. “Wait, what?”
Maybe tutoring him wasn’t such a bad idea. Or was it...?