As I walked out of the classroom about three minutes later, I was still reeling from the fact that Nino had finally opened up about her problems -- and that the tutor had managed to induce such a strong effect on her. I pulled out my phone, and sent an e-mail to Yotsuba.
<Nino is on her way home. She's probably going to chew out Second Place-san. Please try and defuse it and just get them separated. You can't afford to lose studying time.>
A few minutes later, as I was changing my footwear, I felt my phone buzz in response, and I looked at the e-mail to see that Yotsuba had just sent me a small stylized image of a smiley face saluting. I frowned at it.
Is this that thing Raiha called an... emoji?
Then my phone buzzed again.
<I don't have time to really talk right now because of the session, I went to the washroom to use my phone just for a minute -- but why were you and Nino together??>
<Ran into her on my way home from studying. She was pretty upset.>
<Hmmm. Veeeeeeeery suspicious. You sure it wasn't a secret lover's getaway?>
<She hates my guts, remember? Also, yuck, romance.>
<Hatred is just the other side of love, Uesugi-saaaaan!>
<I can't use these 'emoji' things on my phone, but imagine I'm rolling my eyes at you.>
<Shock!>
I laughed, and put my phone away. Glancing back into the classroom, I shook my head.
I guess screaming at me helped more than I thought it would...?
At that thought, I frowned.
I don't particularly want to become her punching bag, though, so let's not make a habit of that. I don't actually like being screamed at.
I readjusted my bag on my shoulder, and left the room. The walk down to the footlockers was a bit of a blur -- I was lost in a world inside my head, ruminating on my encounter with Nino. When I finally reached the lockers, I saw a flash of red hair leaving the building, and then the room was empty. I slowly changed to go home, my mind still lost in thought.
When I got back to my family apartment, I enjoyed a lovely dinner that my sister had made, and then got to work. My dad was working a night shift at the warehouse, and so it was just the two of us. I pulled out an old binder that I had, and removed all of the pages. I then painstakingly put together packages of material for Yotsuba to study. It was a lot of work both physically and mentally, but after about four hours of diligent effort, I eventually had a semblance of a guidebook for Yotsuba to work through.
"This should last her at least until I can make another," I muttered to myself, my hand mildly cramping.
Raiha popped down opposite me, a popsicle in her mouth.
"Whatcha doing, Onii-chan?"
"I told you that I'm helping Yotsuba study this week and next, right? I'm making some study material for her."
"Ooh, taking your tutoring duties seriously, huh?"
I scowled at her. "Please don't call it that. I'm not a tutor, nor do I want to be. I'm only doing this in my spare time, and I'm not letting it interfere with my own studies."
"Oh, ok. I won't then."
Raiha sat in silence as I continued to work, and then suddenly squealed as some of her popsicle fell out of her mouth on her overalls. She stood up in a hurry and rushed over to the sink, dropping the broken bit in so as to let it melt down the drain, and then rubbed water on her clothes to spot-clean the mild popsicle stain. I continued to work, ignoring the commotion, and she eventually came back to the table, a sad look on her face as she held her deteriorated treat.
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How We Met Again
FanfictionA Quintessential Quintuplets fanfiction. In an alternative timeline where Uesugi declined the tutoring job, his past connection to the quintuplets is enough to slowly pull him into the midst of their lives. A Fuu/Yots fic... probably. Currently bein...