Silent Connection

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A new week finally rolled around after what felt like a never-ending weekend. Class was going on around me, English to be exact. I wasn't paying attention. Instead, I was doodling in my notebook. I was so bored. I was pretty fluent in English, so there was really no point in listening to what the teacher was saying.

I had been studying English on my own the past few years. Mom was fluent, so I had grown up speaking a little bit here and there. When I told her I wanted to learn she sat down with me and taught me what she knew. She had given me books to learn from, and when I was finished with those, she surprised me. She introduced me a friend of hers from high school. Her name was Sumida Akira. She had moved to America from Japan and got her teaching degree.

We were basically family; she was like a second mom to me. For the past three years we talked at least once a week through the internet. She would give me assignments and test me on my knowledge, helping me improve along the way.

Though now a days when I talk to her it's mostly us just chatting about our lives. She keeps telling me that I should think about becoming an English teacher myself. But I don't think that's the path I want to take.

I was too focused on doodling to notice that the teacher had called for me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone standing beside my desk. I looked up to see a very unhappy teacher. Her arms were crossed as she looked down at me with a frown.

"Miss (L/n), care to explain why you weren't paying attention? My lesson not interesting enough for you?" The students around me snickered and my face flushed. I shook my head, bowing slightly in an apology.

"Pay attention." She said and walked back to the front of the class. I closed my notebook. I kept my eyes forward, making sure that the teacher saw me paying attention.

When class was finally over and the lunch break began, I slumped in my seat. I could still hear the other kids laughing over what happened, making me groan internally.

"What's got you all bothered chibi-chan?" I glanced up to see a smirking Tsukishima. I put my head on my desk, deciding it was best to ignore him.

"Tsukki be nice." Yamaguchi tried standing up for me but was shut down.

"Shut up Yamaguchi."

"Gomen Tsukki."

I looked over at Yamaguchi and gave him a small smile in thanks, I appreciated that he had tried standing up for me.

"What were you doing anyway?" Tsukishima asked me. My cheeks heated up and I looked back down, shaking my head. Before I could react, Tsukishima took the notebook off my desk, flipping through it. I shot up from my desk and tried to grab it from him, but he held it up, out of my reach. I glared up at him.

"Sorry chibi-chan, is there something in here you don't want me to see?" I reached for the notebook again, but it was to no avail.

"Oh sketches, how interesting."

He flipped the page again and froze. I knew he had seen what I had been working on. I sat down in my seat and buried my face in my hands. This was way past embarrassing. It was worse than being caught by the teacher earlier.

"What's wrong Tsukki?" I peeked from behind fingers to see Yamaguchi trying to look at the book. I gasped in horror; I didn't want him to see it too. Tsukishima quickly closed the book, pulling it away from his friend's curious gaze.

"It's nothing." He handed me the notebook and turned around, but not before I saw the slight blush on his cheeks.

"(Y/n), are you okay? I'm sorry that he took your notebook. I can talk to him if you want me too." Yamaguchi asked softly.