Tutor ~|~ BL ~|~ RanZu

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~* Sanzu's POV *~

"Haruchiyo, you're failing three classes, if you don't bring your grades up you won't be graduating this year. Don't most kids already make fun of you for being nineteen in 12th grade?" My principal snapped at me while I nodded, picked up my stuff, and walked out.

I hate school. You can kinda tell because I'm nineteen and still in my senior year. I've had to repeat grades because of low attendance, awful test scores, missing assignments, and too many suspensions/ detentions. I'm a pretty bad student. But this year I have to pass or my brother will KILL me. So far, I haven't been doing anything wrong or bad like getting in trouble, not doing work, or missing school but somehow I'm still failing.

I sighed as I walked into the front door of my house, tossing my bag in my room and going to the kitchen to get something to eat when I was interrupted.

"Haru-nii, Takeomi-nii wants you!" I heard my little sister, Senju, yell from upstairs.

"What is it?" I said, walking into my brother's room.

"I just got a f*cking call from your school saying that you're failing three classes; Haruchiyo, you CAN'T fail this year and I'm not working my ass off to keep you under this roof if you don't try in life." My brother scolded me.

"I'm trying! I just get really bad test scores!" I defended myself.

"THEN STUDY DUMB ASS!"

"I can't, I'm not good at it!"

"Oh my god, you're driving me insane. I'm getting you a private tutor."

"What? Ew, no. I don't need some stupid smart ass teaching me, I have teachers to do that."

"I don't care. And you better f*cking pass Haru or I'll kill you. I'm wasting my money on hiring someone because you're probably the dumbest kid I've ever seen who doesn't have a learning disability."

What a jerk. I don't want a f*cking tutor. It sounds stupid and exhausting.

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I sat in my room, refusing to come out, as I heard my brother yell that dinner was ready. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, occasionally glancing at my phone to see if my friend, Kokonoi, messaged me back. I just sighed and walked into the bathroom, placing my phone face down on the counter. I splashed water on my face to try and calm myself down but it didn't work. I turned the faucet off and decided to take a shower. I took off my top, then the rest of my clothes, and got in the shower.

After my shower I just lay in bed, trying to fall asleep. My stomach started to hurt really bad and I felt as if I was going to pass out all of the sudden. I haven't eaten in three days and it was making me feel really uneasy. And no, I'm not the type to mess up my health and not eat anything, I genuinely just don't have the time. I usually get home, then my brother yells at me for something, and I then refuse to come down for dinner because I don't wanna see his stupid face.

I was gonna just brush this off and eat first thing in the morning but I didn't feel like passing out that night so I grabbed my bag, put my shoes on, and climbed out my window. I walked down the sidewalk, getting stares from everyone who was out at night because of my pink hair. I just ignored them and walked into the small store less than a block away from my house. I seriously started to feel like I was gonna pass out right there and then. I placed my hand on one of the shelves to hold myself up. Oh f*ck, I would have rather passed out back in my room than right here I whispered to myself. I took a few deep breaths and slowly walked towards the counter after I had grabbed what I wanted. I paid with my money and began walking out with my head down, muttering to myself. Suddenly I felt my body slam into someone else hard, making us both stumble back.

"Yo, kid, watch where you're going." A tall male dressed very nicely with long bi-color hair yelled at me.

"I'm not a kid ass hole. Just leave me be." I snapped at him.

"What the hell is your problem?! How old are you anyway?!" The man retorted.

"Tch. That's none of your business creep."

He analyzed me more when he noticed I never put my head up to really look at him.

"You don't look so hot, kid. You're all pale. You alright?" He, for some reason, worriedly asked me.

"I'm fine. And stop calling me 'kid' I'm nineteen ya know."

"I thought you didn't want to tell me your age."

"I just want you to stop calling me 'kid' or even better, stop talking to me in general."

He rolled his eyes and shoved me out of the way. I stumbled back and almost fell onto the ground but I caught myself. I just walked off, cursing the guy out, and climbed back through my bedroom window. I sat down, ate the things I bought, and went to sleep.

The next day I was sitting in my room waiting patiently for the person Takeomi called to be my tutor. I was seriously pissed I had to have a tutor. On top of that, Takeomi is paying them fifty bucks every time they come over which I believe is almost better than being an actual teacher.

Hope you enjoyed the first part!