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october, 2013
there was nothing more stressful in the world than teaching. atleast that's the case for second year honor student kisho inoue who usually turns down the request of her teachers to tutor students who aren't as productive in class like she is. she wanted to help, of course, but she really isn't made to teach. however, in some cases, she does decide to make exceptions and help a fellow student in need.
and one of the lucky few is suna rintaro– inarizaki's middle blocker who had to pay inoue for a couple after school english lessons.
"are you finished?" inoue turns away from her phone, bumblebee colored eyes moving to the boy on her right.
suna doesn't respond at first. instead, he continues answering the worksheet inoue had prepared before their session. she usually made a small assessment test of what they learned the week before to refresh the boys memory.
suna would then put his pencil down, stretch his arms, and look at inoue.
"you're too impatient." he then sighs, "can we take a break?"
inoue hums, agreeing, "yeah. after we finish checking your work."
"no fair."
suna wanted to roll his eyes at her. from their previous meetings, he had noticed that inoue has exceptional skills in teaching. they were already advancing to lessons which were yet to be discussed in class. with that, he knows better than to complain because she was actually helping him. he was actually getting his money's worth.
this all seemed too good to be true though. there has to be a downside with being tutored by kisho inoue.
and guess what? suna was right. a problem he encountered with inoue was her temper– suna will always think it's funny that she'd blow a fuse over the fact that he can't pronounce an english sentence correctly.
all in all, she was entertaining and fun, but things can get pretty dull real quick.
suna's eyes would then trail to a volleyball near the glass sliding door leading to his backyard. like the genius that he is, an idea comes to mind. suna then calls for the girls.
"inoue."
"what?"
"lets play some volleyball."
inoue scrunches her nose, a bit taken aback by the request, "why? you tryin' to skip?"
"no, dummy." he then pauses, "maybe, but who cares? i'm starting to go numb from sitting for hours. and doesn't exercising stimulate the brain? c'mon, i'm going to die of boredom here."
amused with his answer, inoue raises a brow and smiles. she thought about it for a moment– she wouldn't have to teach him when their time is eaten away by playing volleyball. doesn't that sound nice? inoue then sighs in defeat, standing up and placing her phone on the table.
