𝔾𝕀𝔽𝕋𝔼𝔻 ℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝔻 - ʙᴀᴊɪ ᴋᴇɪꜱᴜᴋᴇ

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕋𝕎𝕆 - "ɪ ᴅᴜɴɴᴏ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ."

Your week was going surprisingly well. You'd actually cleaned your room, you'd ended up finishing your work in class, and you went out and sat in a cat cafe. You kind of wanted a job, but weren't sure what kind of jobs accepted middle-schoolers anyways.

You yawned, tired, when you heard of delinquents. It was so annoying. People could fight, okay and? It honestly just kind of annoyed you, but you guess being a delinquent or just being good at fighting helps your reputation a lot  in this neighborhood. There was even talk about a kid being held back a year in middle school. Although this wasn't really your problem.. the kid was in your class.

Although, honestly, he looked nothing like a delinquent. Well, he would've if you hadn't seen through it. Despite his normal-looking figure, he seemed to be, well, lean instead. His glasses were fake, and for some reason he just didn't radiate the vibes of a normal student. 

But he was trying, at least. And that was more than what you were doing.

--

"What the hell?" you questioned as that exact classmate of yours, Baji Keisuke, punched a dude in front of you. He was a lot more violent than you thought he'd be.

Wow.

The dude in question - not Baji, but the one who was punched - was now lying twitching on the ground. You felt no remorse for the older teen who'd decided to try messing with you. You'd been preparing to kick him when Baji had punched him in front of your face.

He squinted at you, looking feral without his glasses and with his hair wild against his back, "Do I know you?"

You blinked, "I'm in your class."

You didn't bother judging him for not knowing you - hell, you'd only remembered him because of all the gossip surrounding him. You wouldn't fault yourself for having been curious about him.

"Ah. Wait, you're that person always sleeping!"

"Mhm. I'm 𝔂/𝓷. ," you nodded introducing yourself, , picking up your grocery bag from where you'd dropped it. 

"Wow, I've never actually seen your face before- your head's always down on your desk or in your arms, y'know?" Baji was surprisingly talkative for a person you'd never even heard speak before. 

"..I'm not always sleeping, though?" you raised an eyebrow at that.

"Where are you going? Want me to help ya?" Baji offered.

"Thank you for your help," you thanked, bowing slightly, "But I'll get home myself, Baji-san."

"'Kay. Uh.. if you're grateful, can you not tell anybody from school? They might think of holding me back another year if they think I haven't changed.." Baji asked sheepishly.

Tilting your head in confusion, you agreed.

--

"And that's what happened," you told your online friend.

"Damn! You got saved by a hot dude- like from anime! You are the main protagonist of this story, I swear."

"Hm.. but aren't the main protagonists strong, smart, and hard-working? I'm like, physically weak, I'm smart, but I'm also the laziest fucker I've ever met."

"..That's true, though."

--

As soon as you finished the exam that you'd miraculously studied for, you collapsed in a heap on your table and fell asleep. You were only awakened when time was up and the teacher realized you were asleep.

By that time, you'd already gone home, only to immediately fall asleep anyways.

--

The exam scores were out. Honestly, you didn't know why they posted exam scores other than.. motivators? It's easier to do than individually hand out papers? You're a dumbass, you you wouldn't know.

Although, nobody else could really call you a dumbass when you got almost full marks on the exam.

And also first place.

Admittedly, you were proud of yourself. You'd actually studied, and had felt prepared. You'd known a lot of things on the exam, too. You had a small smile on your face out of pride. 

"Wow, okay," your eyes scanned the list, before reaching a name- Baji Keisuke. He was very close to the bottom, and he'd only gotten about a quarter of all the points one could get.. Damn.

You heard a familiar shocked yell, "EH?!"

Surprisingly, when you looked over to Baji, he'd looked proud of himself. What were his grades before this?!

Then, his eyes dragged up to the top of the list - right where your name was.

Shit.

He swirled around until his eyes finally landed on you amongst the crowd. With wide eyes, he opened his mouth to yell.

"HOW DID YOU GET FULL MARKS?!"

Double shit?

You could feel a headache coming on already.

--

For the past few weeks, Baji had been bothering you every time he saw you outside of class time. He wanted you to tutor him and help him get his grades up, but you honestly had no clue how to help him. Once again, he'd followed you home, trying to get you to agree to tutor him. It was annoying. 

Of all things, you hadn't expected him to cling onto you because of your grades. Rather, you'd assumed he'd be indifferent as always. But, then again, you'd seen his notes and how bad they were.. Full sentences when they weren't needed, and he used big words that he'd have to search up the definition of later. It almost made you agree out of pity, even if you'd do the bare minimum of helping him with his notes.

Key word being almost. You were not going to ruin your peaceful (empty, boring-) days because Baji had bad grades. You'd already paid him back for helping you by not snitching on him to the other kids. That meant you hold no regret in harshly rejecting him each time he begged for tutoring. 

"Pleaseeee, tutor me, pleaseee, teach me your ways-"

"Get off, you leech-"

"Not until you agree to tutor me!"

"Hell no!"

"I'll pay you!"

"..."

"..."

"Fine."

"Wait, that WORKED?!"

"I'm regretting this already."

"No, no, you don't get to go back on your word now!"

"..Fuck."

--

"No, but really, all you do is sleep. I'm here working my ass off, but you're getting better grades than me! Of course I need your help..!"

"I dunno man, maybe you should just get good."

"Shut up."