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【𝓨𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲】

Requested by: lanaanex

↠Fem Reader
↠High School AU
↠Fluff

Word Count - 1190
Tartle - Published 04/24/21

Tartle: To hesitate while introducing someone because you have forgotten their name
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"Ah, it's... Michikatsu, right?"

Eyes flitting up from the crinkled page they had previously been studying over, the sudden presence of an unfamiliar classmate of yours placed what you assumed to be their belongings atop the table before you. You couldn't quite remember their name, for the previous hours of studying and rereading various boring textbooks to cram for the upcoming finals had turned your brain to mush.

Bleary eyes just faintly took a glimpse of the calm and collected boy in front of you, and you prayed with your best guess.

"Yoriichi... Do you mind if I sit here?"

Biting your tongue, you mentally cursed yourself for clumsily forgetting a classmate's name and quickly bobbed your head in a nod. It seemed the rest of the library had been full due to the end of the semester and indeed your table was the only somewhat vacant one (excluding the mountains of books and notes you hauled around). He silently took the chair across the table.

Quickly adverting your gaze back to the wall of text in your hands, you hid your blushing cheeks behind it's sturdy cover. How embarrassing, forgetting your senpai's name. You were sure you had seen the boy around a few times, yet never once had you shared a class or engaged in some kind of conversation. It make everything awkward nevertheless.

While jotting down a few scribbles of your own, you sneakily glanced to see what your newest company had brought along with him. Surely he would have been studying as well, yet the simple novel flipped open in his hands made your actions quite noticeable. You awkwardly shifted to catch the title, but his crimson eyes caught your own.

His lips parted to speak, but before they could conjure up any sound you forced out a remark of your own. His dull eyes widened the slightest bit at your voice, lowering the text in his hands.

"It's a great read. Not that many people seem to have heard of it."

He seemed taken aback from your rather forward comment, blinking with wide eyes and still hands. The book in his grasp slowly lowered to the table and you awkwardly glanced back at your own textbook. It was a few deafening moments of silence before Yoriichi let out a breath of a sigh.

"I guess it is a bit old." He paused, smoothing out the crinkled yellow pages with an unreadable expression. You swore you saw the faintest of smiles before it was brushed aside. "Do you like older novels?"

The boy's question threw you off guard, thumbing to close the textbook atop the table before awkwardly scratching your cheek. You didn't want to lie, but the topic was quite dry—and history wasn't your strong suit. It proved clear due to the various books stacked atop the table as well as your countlessly hopeless scribbles of notes.

"Not really... uhm... Senpai." Yoriichi's crimson gaze quickly flickered back down to his own novel, presumably to continue his reading. You floundered, waving your arms about like a madman. Hopefully the librarian wouldn't scold you for your feverish retorts. "But I like the style! It was very captivating, I finished it in one sitting!"

Peeking her head from the corner, the librarian gave a stern look, raising a finger to her lips. Your cheeks burned crimson, head nodding frantically. When her figure turned out of sight, your head hung low.

Quiet laughter filled your pink ears, raising back into your previous sit with a pout. He did nothing to stifle the growing laughter obviously directed at you. A textbook was raised in threatening hands of yours.

"It's not funny!"

Yoriichi dodged your swing, hands ducking over his head. "Sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Another swing before you finally settled down with a huff, giving a questioning glare before burying your face in your hands.

The textbooks piled high were nudged out of stack, the one before you spun to meet his own crimson gaze. Peeking up from your arms, you could only watch as he studied over your current readings. What was he getting at?

"Are you having trouble with this?"

Pointing to the section you so dreaded to focus on, a simple 'mhmn' would suffice on your end. The teasing laughter didn't come this time, and he only continued to flick through the folded pages, grimacing at the evidence. Perhaps he noticed the inky scribbling in the margins as well, because that frown continued to grow.

"Who is your teacher?"

Currently folding another empty sticky between your fingers, your eyes never left the thin paper while perfecting the crease. You swatted the paper away at first notice of an uneven fold.

"Rengoku-sensei."

An uncharacteristically loud snort came not a moment later, and you smacked your palms hard on the desk. The same faint smile graced his lips, and you maintained a firm snarl. Oh no, you would not let yourself be ridiculed like this. Sure, it was practically impossible for any student to fail Rengoku-sensei's class, but you would challenge that standard. History was not your strong subject, and that was one thing you didn't exactly want to flaunt.

But here you were.

"Oh shut up! It's not my fault I can't understand what this stupid book means!"

Grabbing fistfuls of your hair, you plopped exasperatedly into your chair, eventually pulling the skin of your cheeks in distain. A frustrated groan sounded the little nook of your study, and you couldn't even think to pray that the cranky old lady would come complain at you again.

"It's not like I have someone to help me with this! I have no time to worry about something like history!"

"I'll help tutor you."

"Why can't I just drop this stupid class and-" You stopped mid-rambling, practically flinging yourself across the table. "Wait, really?"

Nodding slowly, Yoriichi tapped a finger back to the opened pages before him, forcing your gaze to follow. Only then could you remember that your senpai was a year ahead of you, meaning that he had in fact already taken (and assumingly passed) the course.

"Yeah, its quite easy and I don't mind."

In all honesty he needed the hours of tutoring, but that detail wouldn't be shared. Cheering silently to yourself, you jumped up from the seat before folding yourself in a respectful bow. Hopefully this would bring that damned grade up and you could finally focus a bit on yourself.

It was a miracle you managed to get this far. Stupid finals.

"Thank you! Uh..."

Clapping your hands together, an awkward pause filled the room, your eyes darting up to meet his. The gesture was quite obvious and it did make sense after all. His brother did look exactly like him. Perhaps by the end of this all you'd learn one thing at least.

"Its-"

But you did seem to be full of surprises, and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Eccentric at least.

"Yoriichi-senpai!"

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