"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Killua said. Gon blinked in confusion. "Yes? it's me? Gon? your best friend?" Killua squinted a little, then shrugged. "Doesn't ring any bells"
"Killua, what were the rules about drawing in class?" His science teacher lectured, as he confiscated his colored pencils and paper. He let out a deep sigh. "Not to unless it's free time" Killua grumbled, looking down. He'd been in school for nearly a year now, it wasn't getting any harder. "Final exams are coming up, you need to pay attention" I KNOW THE MATERIAL. School was slowly starting to drive him mad, especially because nearly every single one of his teachers had banned art supplies except for during free time and lunches. "Very good, now if you continue to ignore that rule then you'll get detention" He slumped in his chair, then decided to get out of this classroom the quickest way he knew how. "Alright" the class snickered a little at him, making fun of him. He was a straight A student who was insanely smart but he was constantly getting scolded by the teacher.
As soon as the teacher turned around, he slipped out a normal pencil and started sketching some detailed wings on his desk. A few of the students in his class gasped quietly, or whispered, or muttered. Killua had never directly broken any rules before, not only that but he was vandalizing school property. I hope detention's more fun than sitting here listening to Mr.Kalo lecture us about plants. The answer's deforestation, oh my god- He zoned out for a few minutes, focusing on his drawing. The teacher hadn't turned back around to face him yet, he just kept rattling on. "Now class, the machine which works on Pascal's law is known as..?" Killua answered in a slightly bored tone. "The hydraulic press" The teacher stiffened, then sighed. "Killua, let someone else answer for on-" He turned, then cut himself off.
"KILLUA, THAT'S VANDALIZM OF SCHOOL PROPERTY!" His teacher shouted. He glanced up with a neutral expression. "Then give me harder material, or don't take away my art supplies. Can I go to detention now?" The room was deathly quiet for a few moments. "What was the meaning of this vandalism?" The teacher asked, crossing his arms. Killua set his pencil down and blew the graphite dust off his artwork. "You said if I drew one more time I'd go to detention, but you took away all my paper. Thought detention would be less boring than sitting in this room listening to you go on and on about stuff I already know" He said in a neutral tone, resting his chin on one of his hands. The teacher gritted his teeth a little. "You'll see how 'fun' sitting in an empty boring room is. Detention, now." He snapped, pointing to the door.
Killua grabbed his backpack and slipped his notebooks into it, then went up to the front and collected his paper and colored pencils. He slid the straps over his shoulders and walked over to the door. "What room?" His teacher rolled his eyes. "387" He nodded, then started walking.
Killua got into the room, then peeked inside. "hello?" He blinked in surprise when he saw who was there.
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Oh, it's Pinky. He knew that wasn't her real name, but he never got it. They had the same music class, the teacher that was there was actually their music teacher, which explained why she was practicing. They both glanced over at him, then the teacher's eyes widened in surprise. "Killua?" he waved, then walked in and closed the door behind him as he went. "Hey Ms. Lupech" Pinky frowned slightly. "You don't seem like the kind of kid that would get detention, whatcha in for? I was breakdancing in class" She said the last part with an awkward laugh. Killua blinked, then sat down at a desk. "Drawing" There was an awkward silence. "You weren't...drawing inappropriate figures were you?" His music teacher said disapprovingly. He shook his head, then slipped out his notebook and slowly started flipping pages. Pinky stared open mouthed as he did so, his teacher's eyes were wide and impressed.
"That doesn't seem like bad behavior to me, why'd they send you here?" Pinky asked in confusion. Killua sighed. "Teacher took away my paper so I drew on a desk instead, she said if I drew one more time I'd go to detention" Ms. Lupech frowned slightly. "Why would you want that?" He glanced up, smiling a little. "You'll probably give me work to do." Both Pinky and his music teacher glanced at each other for a moment in confusion. "We don't assign work here usually, why would you...want it?" Killua groaned, banging his head gently on the desk. "I get my work done. There's nothing to do so I draw, then he took away my paper and colored pencils, I thought detention would actually give me something to do" He grumbled. There was silence for a few moments. "Well, I have a double major. I used to teach calculus fo-"
Killua sat up straight, eyes shining. "Ooh, put a problem on the board" Pinky winced. "Calculus? That's not even taught in highschool" Ms. Lupech looked at his face, then smiled. "I guess it wouldn't hurt, although don't beat yourself up if you can't solve it" She said, before grabbing a whiteboard marker and starting to write out a problem. Killua's eyes scanned over the problem, he felt his excitement dim a little. Why'd she go easy? "Now, how you go about solving a-" Killua spoke in the neutral tone he usually used when answering questions given to him by a teacher. "4" Ms. Lupech froze in shock, Pinky's mouth dropped open. He leaned forward a bit, drumming his fingers on the table. "Don't go easy on me, easy's boring"
None of the two females moved for a few moments, then Ms. Lupech's eyes brightened. "You are a remarkable student Killua, I've never met someone under twenty who could've solved that as quick as you did" Killua smiled back, then grinned catlike. "Gimme something harder! Please..." He said the last part kind of desperately, and Ms. Lupech hummed for a moment. "What kind of grades do you have?" He sighed. "All A's across the board, 100% for math, art, and music. 99% for everything else but History, which is a 98%" He said in that neutral tone. Both Pinky and his music teacher seemed to be shellshocked for a few moments. "How long have you had grades like this?" Ms. Lupech asked with slight worry. He groaned. "Since the beginning of the year. History was like an 85% at first because I'm not from Japan but everything else stayed consistent" He grumbled.
"That's why your always drawing? Because it's too easy?" Pinky said, glancing over at him. He shifted back in his seat. "Dad said to find some sort of club or something but that doesn't mean I don't have to sit through 8 hours of school every day with nothing to do" he mumbled. "You should take the placement test, it calculates what grade level any given subject is at by gradually increasing the difficulty each question you get right" Ms. Lupech said, handing him a computer. He sat up straighter and typed in his school ID number and name for the test, then glanced over at his music teacher once he got in. "So...do I just start?" She nodded, sitting back down in her chair. Pinky returned to her own chair, then quietly sat there doing work. "Alright" he said, placing his hands on the keyboard. "Let's see"
