reminisce 》jaeyong

21

"There's no way that's right." Yuta murmured,  staring down at a paper in his hands. The object in question was his most recent math test, which he had apparently bombed. 

Bombed was an understatement, Yuta's score was horrendous. When he had taken the thing, he was so positive he was succeeding, but the red scrawled numbers at the top said otherwise.

Maybe it was a grading error? Or maybe he just overestimated his skills? Either way, he was going to find out.

His classroom wasn't that far away anyway, and he didn't have anything else to do for a while, so why not?

Luckily it was a short jaunt across campus, the whole time rehearsing how he was going to beg his teacher for the chance to retake.

Upon approaching the desired door, Yuta peeked through the small window, seeing no students in the abandoned desks. Perfect, he wouldn't be interrupting anything.

Testing the knob, the Japanese was pleased to find it unlocked, easily opening.

He painted on his most innocent, please-pity-me face, searching for a specific staff member. To no avail he looked, but he was unfortunately the only person in the room.

Figuring his teacher had most likely stepped out for a moment to grab something or make copies, he waited around, prepared to stay as long as he had to for a better grade.

He sat atop one of the empty desks, pulling his phone out to pass the time. He bartered for a moment, choosing between messaging his boyfriend or playing a game.

He never got time to pick though, because to his surprise, the door opened, a figure coming through it.

Glad to finally see his missing teacher, Yuta was soon extremely disappointed discovering that this person was just another student.

"Professor-" The kid glanced around, quickly sympathizing with Yuta's dilemma. "Where is he?"

"No idea." The Nakamoto shrugged, going back to his device.

Seeing that there was not going to be much conversation from the Japanese, the boy decided to talk to himself.

Reading the clock on the wall, the student nodded. "It's lunch right now, he'll probably be back soon."

Out of the corner of his eye Yuta watched the stranger copy him, sitting on a desk a few down from him.

He barely paid attention then, occasionally checking the time, but otherwise willing and prepared to wait forever.

It was only when Yuta died in his game that he paid attention to his surroundings. More specifically, the focused eyes studying him.

Glancing over, the Japanese was surprised to find the other kid staring him down, a quizzical look on his face.

Waiting for the kid to say something, anything, Yuta returned the look. "Yes?"

"You just look..." The student leaned a bit closer, racking his memory. "Very familiar."

Now that the boy mentioned it, Yuta had noticed a slight resemblance to someone he'd seen before.