"ah! chinen-san! what a pleasant surprise."
he snickered, laughing at the girl's greeting.
"right, i'm sure it's nice for you."
"hmm? are you saying you're not happy to see me? my my, i'm truly hurt!"
he rolled his eyes, opening up his textbook and pulling out a pencil. y/n sat down, placing her backpack beside her seat.
"what subject do you want to work on?"
the girl hesitated, thinking about how to answer.
"umm, i don't know, i wasn't really planning on listening to you anyways."
chinen looked up, seemingly annoyed with the response he got. y/n didn't seem to care, turning to get something out of her backpack.
"well, i'm not going to tutor you if you aren't going to listen."
he complained, but the girl in front of him still didn't seem to care.
"okay, can i leave then?"
the girl smiled, but chinen seemed unimpressed.
"no. i was trying to tell you to listen to what i teach you."
{~~second person p.o.v~~}
"why? what's the point."
you wondered if you were asking to get your point across, or because you genuinely wanted a reason to try.
"if you get bad grades, you won't be able to get a good job. do you really want to be a homeless, unemployed slime? grades are important for the future!"
you shook your head, staring at your hands and you fumbled with your fingers.
"why would i care about the future?"
i glanced up at him, he looked a bit taken aback.
"what do you mean? of course you'd care about the future. don't you want to be happy and successful?"
you shifted, resting your arm on the table and your head in your hand, you stared at him. not at his eyes, but at his nose. you figured that way it might at least look like you were making eye contact.
"yeah, what a plan. i'll get amazing grades, have a great job, a loving family, and then i'll die. what's the point of being successful, if you're just going to die in the end? it's all meaningless."
you weren't sure why you were telling him all of this, maybe you were angry because he was trying to tell you how to live your life. it's not like you knew for yourself, that was for sure.
"that's... a real slimey way to look at things."
you giggled, you figured you should try to lighten the mood.
"yeah, i guess so."
you looked at your phone, checking the time.
"alright, mr.chinen, what topic first."
he looked at you, a surprised look on his face.
"are you... actually going to listen.?"
"hngggh i guess i can spare you an ear or two."
he stared at you for a second, his face got a bit flustered, but he quickly shook it off before turning to his textbook.
"alright.. we'll work on algebra today... since we have a test coming up."
he had gone on for probably an hour, teaching you about trinomials and graphing. you really had tried to listen, only because you said you would. i mean, you did learn a bit, so it wasn't a complete waste.
"so... that equation would look like this right?"
you handed him your textbook, hoping you had gotten in right.
"mhm! i'm impressed, you're still slime, but a little less stupid."
you smiled, you figured you'd take that as a compliment.
"no, i'm still an idiot."
"i never said you weren't."
you giggled.
"alright, i guess that's all for today. you can go home now."
"hm okay, thank you for your help chinen-san."
you packed up your stuff, before throwing your backpack on and making your way to the exit.
"hey, wait."
you turned to the boy, hoping he wasn't going to keep you longer.
"when's the next time you'd like to meet?"
ah, what a disappointing question. you thought about how to respond.
"i'm free whenever, you can let me know when you're free."
"oh, an l/n?"
"hmm?"
"you can.. um..."
he paused, his face grew flustered. you raised an eyebrow.
"you can just... call me miya."
"woww first name basis already? you move quick miya-san! and just y/n is fine then."
"hgn- that's not what i-! w-whatever. see you later y/n-chan."
you noticed how he had used a "chan" prefix instead of "san". you figured you'd start using "kun" for him. you just waved before walking out, ready to get home. it was 5:37 now, and you hadn't eaten all day. maybe you'd stop somewhere, your mom usually stuck some money in your backpack for lunch, though you never used it. you quickly searched yout backpack. 10 bucks, you figured that could get you something from the gas station.
{~~time-skip~~}
you had made it back home after buying chips and a drink, no one else was there. your dad was on a business trip, your mom was at work, and your sister was at daycare. you heard your phone beep, so you pulled it out of your pocket.
y/n-chan?
who is this?
it's miya, the school
gave me your cell
number so i could
contact you about
tutoring.
ah, hello miya-kun!
why do you text like
that?
what do you mean?
you text all formal!
it's totally weird.
('-ι_-｀)
oh.
um.
¯\_㋡_/¯
see! that's much better
if you say so.
anyways, did you
have a date for
the next time you
wanted to study?
no, why?
you said that's
why you got my
number?
oh, i just thought
you'd like to have
my number.
ohh? or maybe you
WANTED me to have
it ᕦ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕤ
don't be stupid.
well only because you
asked nicely.
you smiled at your phone, saving his contact before putting your phone back in your pocket.
maybe this whole tutor thing wouldn't be so bad.
YOU ARE READING
nihilism (miya chinen x reader)
Fanfic"how can you say something so sad with a smile on your face?" "c'mon catboy, is it really that sad if it's true?" in which two gifted burn-outs find comfort in each other's warmth. DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SK8 THE INFINITY OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
