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Tutor

In which Genya volunteers to be the tutor of a very unintelligent classmate.

Muichiro: 15 - Gay
Genya: 16 - Bi
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Genya was not very obeying to the news of becoming his classmates tutor. Well, not up until he'd finally realized who it was he would be tutoring. He'd hate to admit it, but finding out that he would be mentoring Muichiro had gotten him a little more excited for this meet.

He wasn't usually the type to keep a smile on his face, or to even be happy at all. However, somehow his heart just so happened to race at the sudden events of being able to sit in one room with his peer.

Muichiro was one of his great friends. Too close to be just friends at that. But Genya wouldn't admit such a thing. He didn't want to upset his brother who had concluded that relationships shouldn't be involved in his life at such a young age. Although, he was in highschool. How old did he seriously have to be?

Whatever the case was, he was more than excited, the moment his knuckles had landed on the burgundy door. Using his fingers, he knocked gently onto the front door. He patiently pursued the wait, hearing out for any brisk steps approaching him, where he sat on the porch.

A cacophony of footsteps exceeded him, and immediately, he got up. He had to keep clean in preparation for the rather feisty twin he recalled Muichiro mentioning. According to the quotes of the long haired boy, Yuichiro was always the one at the door whenever a guest had decided to come over. Genya would not slip up any first impressions in front of such a substantial person.

He stood, in perfect direction of the door as it slowly opened in his presence. Hesitantly, a small head popped out in preparation to greet the sudden guest.

However, the smaller one had refused to cue, and with a dour tone he asked, "You're Muichiro's tutor, correct?"

Genya nodded, his hands residing in the comfy home of his pockets. Looking up at him, Yuichiro sucked on his teeth in annoyance.

"You're fucking late, dumbass. Get inside," He demanded.

Genya shivered in reaction to the cold remark. He would've instantly began to cuss out the little being if it weren't for his turn over reputation. He wouldn't allow himself to let his "anger management skills" get the best of him. There was still a lot of time to make the most out of his public figure. And yet, a lot more time to prove to Muichiro that he was just as chivalrous as shown by his rep during school hours.

He wanted to see him badly.

Obliging Yuichiro's sudden demands, Genya rushed into the abode. Scanning the area, he frowned at the invisible sight of Muichiro.

"He's upstairs," Yuichiro added, walking down to the kitchen quickly.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Genya endeavors walking up the chip and chalk staircase. On the second floor, he's met by three distanced bedrooms, followed by a bathroom to his right. Walking up to the first bedroom, he approached a sign. 'Knock Bitch!' it reads, and he refuses to open it.

Muichiro would never say something like that.

He backs away from the rather insulting door and heads towards the opposite direction to be faced with another similar door. Except, there was no offensive sign.

Exhaling, he revised any sudden lines escaping from his head; his hand tilting the knob slowly. He maneuvered the door knob in silent trepidation, waiting patiently for any absent sign of life.

Suddenly, a head of black and light sapphire locks came forward to greet him. He gasped as Muichiro, a subtle smile on his face, gave him a gentle squeeze.