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Sitting in your best-friend-turned-boyfriend's room whilst he does important school work is admittedly the most boring thing ever, even more so when you know you’re supposed to be doing your share of it too.
Reki has never been incredibly academic, struggling with testing and homework and revision and almost anything school-related you could think of. Between putting all of his effort into focusing on what was happening around him and doodling on his desk, the latter always won. Struggling to understand literally anything that was happening around him academically seemed to push him further and further away from his willingness to learn with every day. His ability to be able to pay attention for long periods of time was already lacking, anyway. So what was the point? To Reki, the point was a man who had been shot in the face 20 million times and then thrown in a ditch. It was long gone and made the societally-collective goal of academic success unachievable.
The social side of school however? He was excellent at that. Talking to people was almost a speciality, and he thanks his genetics everyday that he has some form of social skills. Because if it wasn’t for that, where the hell would he be right now? That is, however, unlike Langa. Langa is excellent when it comes to academics, but social life? He couldn’t be worse off. Reki sometimes finds himself wondering what the other would do without him. Still, he seems pretty happy to just get on with his work. Some people are just lone wolves like that.
But Reki disregards that and doesn’t seem to take ‘no’ for an answer. It’s almost like he’s always pushing his luck.
One hand moves to land on Langa’s shoulder as Reki shifts behind him on the bed. “Can we take a break yet? My hands and my brain are hurting. Like, really bad, ya know?”
“But, you’ve barely-”
“Don’t mind me! What about you? You’ve been working your ass off doing all these…” Reki trails off, voice seeming overenthusiastic as if he’s trying to hide something, peeping down at the workbook that sits neatly in front of Langa. “...maths equations and whatever else.”
“See, you don’t even know what we’re supposed to be doing because you’ve been too busy scrolling through 'Tumblr'.”
“Respect the hustle, man.”
“Not a hustle if there’s no money involved."
“Whatever, whatever- you know what I mean, just- ignore me. If I fail, I fail, right? Academic environments aren’t for me. Not like I’m planning to go to a top university or anything-”
“But you still need qualifications to make a living, even if they’re basic ones. We’ve talked about this Reki.”
“I know, I know.” He drags out the ‘oh’ sound with a pout, shifting his weight further across the bed when he moves to lay on his back, half of his body bent and dangling off of the edge. “Point is, you should take a break, right? It’s been… I don’t know, 2 hours maybe?”
“30 minutes.”
“Ugh, same thing.”
“Not really.”
“Whatever, but I’m getting really bored-”
Langa interrupts, deadpan as ever, but Reki knows that he’s probably laughing to himself secretly. “So this was never about having me take a break for the good of my brain. You want me to stop working so we can get all tender.”
Reki’s face turns red when he knows he’s been found out, though with only himself to blame considering he definitely makes himself far too easy to read. Well, at least Langa thinks so, anyway. “...maybe.” Reki shifts his weight again and he’s back to sitting on his knees all over again.
There’s silence between the two for a few seconds as Langa scribbles something down onto his workbook page before he speaks up. “Give me another half an hour. Minimum. Please.” That ends up being Langa’s only offer - no negotiations - so Reki goes with it and tries to wait the next half an hour out before he can start bothering Langa again.
And it’s hard for someone who’s so fidgety and needy.