Just one lesson || Kazuscara

Chapter 7

Thank you so much Estelle273  and Primordial_ for proofreading this chapter. The feedback both of you given was invaluable.

I want to thank you guys as well. I'm surprised so many of you decided to add this story to your reading list, and it warms my heart seeing it, so thank you.

Without further ado, let's get to the chapter before I get too sappy.

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"That's to say, we'll be here for a while."

"If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you're flirting with me." Scaramouche scoffs. "With your tone and—"

"Who said I wasn't?"

Scaramouche chokes on his saliva. What the fuck did he just hear?

"I didn't take you to be the type to joke around," He says, managing to calm himself before Kazuha sees his unsightly appearance again.

"I didn't take you to be the type to judge others before speaking either," Kazuha smiles back, "But you can never tell."

Ugh, that son of a—

Although Kazuha basically roasted him, Scaramouche somehow couldn't muster the will to be mad at him.

It's his voice. His damn voice.

As much as he despises it, Kazuha's voice was similar to Falling Leaves. Eerily similar.

"You should start an ASMR channel." Scaramouche grumbles, "Your voice is so..."

"Soothing? Tender? Smooth?" Kazuha raises an eyebrow.

"I was about to say infuriating, actually." Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

"You like to listen to things that infuriate you? Interesting." Kazuha chuckles, "Well I'm sure you'll find this tutoring session extremely interesting."

"..."

"Let's begin, shall we?" Kazuha opens his notebook and leans closer to Scaramouche. "We'll start with your basic understanding of functions and build up from there. If you don't understand anything, please tell me. I'll try my best to explain."

Scaramouche shrugs.

"Perfect. So, what do you know about functions?"

"Well..." Scaramouche hesitates, "All I know is that y equals f of x."

"That's a good start." Kazuha grins, "Do you have an idea what it means?"

"...No, not really." Scaramouche's face flushes a bit. Here he is, in his Calculus classroom, being grilled by Kazuha on a topic that he knows jack shit about. Kazuha is close, just centimeters apart from Scaramouche, staring expectantly at him.

Scaramouche wants to leave, to run away from the classroom and hope for all the best in his Calculus course. Every time he meets Kazuha in the eye, something about those crimson red eyes arrests his attention, holding him captive like a prisoner waiting to be interrogated.

"That's fine. Let's start from the beginning."

Kazuha scribbles something on the whiteboard.

"Do you have a rice cooker?" He suddenly asks.

Scaramouche knits his eyebrows tight, as though in contemplation.

"Is that a trick question?"

"No." Kazuha replies.

Scaramouche sighs. What has he gotten himself into? Thankfully, this is the only tutoring session they will have together.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure everyone in Inazuma has one." Scaramouche mumbles.