cuts and kittens [bokuaka] (discontinued)

school problems

bokuto's pov-

"-and report cards will be sent home today, so be expecting that," the professor said.

'no! i haven't been doing well in class, but i thought i had more time to get my grade up! my mom is going to be furious!' i thought to myself, panic filling me up. 

the last time i brought home a report card with more than half b's, so took away my phone for a week, and then she hit and screamed at me for hours. i can't do that again today, especially since i have work. at least work is at 3:30, so i go right from school.

as i looked up, shaking slightly, i noticed kuroo giving me an odd look. i followed his eyes, to a bruise on my currently exposed underarm. shit! i didn't even notice that!

shifting slightly to hide the bruise better, i wonder when i got it. probably from hitting the table when my mom shoved my last night, but who knows. i guess i should put my sweater on before i go to work.

speaking of work, i think akaashi noticed the bruise i got on my neck yesterday. i noticed him looking at me, especially my neck. i thought i did a good job of covering it up, but i guess not.

"bokuto, are you even listening?" my professor says loudly, jolting me out of my thoughts and making me flinch.

i guess the fact that i never pay attention in class is part of why i'm doing so bad. "um, what was the question, sir? i'm sorry, i zoned out," i ask.

"you seem to do that a lot," he says, rolling his eyes. "the question was 'what is the name of the first battle of the american revolution'

"um... i'm not sure?" i laugh nervously, and my professor rolls his eyes again.

"it was the battle of lexington and concord. you really need to get your facts straight, mr. bokuto. if i recall correctly, you haven't been doing so well in my class, and this is why."

honestly, i think this professor is completely out of fucking line. why bring up my grades, except to embarrass me? but sucking up to this teacher is all i can do, so i say "i'm very sorry sir. i promise to do better in the future."

shaking his head, the teacher returns to his lecture, and i attempt to focus. now he's talking about the battle of bunker hill, apparently the "first major battle of the revolutionary war." he drones on about how it was won by britain and yada yada, while i pick at my nails.

for the next hour and a half, my teacher continues his lecture on the american revolution. quite frankly, i don't much care, so when the bell rings and he says "class dismissed. remember to get your parents signature on your report card!"" i sigh in relief.

kuroo and i walk to the cafeteria together, in silence, and i keep wondering what he's thinking about my bruise. 

then my thoughts drift to akaashi, and i perk up again at the memory of him inviting me to his house for dinner. i'm super excited for that, i hope it happens soon!

while my thoughts are on dinner with akaashi, we walk into the cafeteria to get lunch. i fill my plate with school pizza (sorta gross but not too bad) peas and carrots (gross and mushy but we have to have vegetables), an apple (bruised) and a cookie (the school cookies taste like play doh but they're still sorta good). 

after we sit down, kuroo looks up. our other friends aren't here yet, and he goes, "bokuto. i need to ask you something,"

panic fills me up, and i almost scream. i can't tell anyone about my mom, she's been through so much, it's not her fault.

"how do you feel about akaashi?"

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officially off hiatus!

~bella <3

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