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Stare-Kuroo Tetsuro (1)

When you made it to high school, admittedly your grades fell a little. You weren't exactly sure why. You had been a straight A student your whole life until that point. But when you made it to high school, it was like any desire to manage your academics vanished. You couldn't find the energy anymore.

Your parents tried everything. Rewards, money, gifts based on your interests. You just couldn't keep up. You slowly stopped understanding the material your teachers gave you, until you just didn't do the work at all. You stayed at a good enough grade to pass the year, but you couldn't manage anymore than that. It was frustrating. You knew you could do much better than this. Why couldn't you? You couldn't admit to yourself that you didn't understand what you were learning.

   "L/n, please come to the faculty office with me," your homeroom teacher said as lunch started. You glanced at your friend, who just shrugged at you. You hadn't gotten into trouble recently, so you didn't really have an idea of what they would need you for in the faculty office.

"Uh...sure," you said. You spared your friend one last glance before following your teacher out of the room. The walk was silent and overbearing, even though the walk wasn't very long. When you made it to the office, your teacher sat down pulled out a file.

"Listen, L/n," she said. "I didn't want to have this conversation with you, but I think it's come to it."

"Excuse me?" You muttered.

"It's your grades. I don't know if there's something going on at home...but you might not be able to make it to your third year at this rate."

Your heart shattered. How had it gotten this bad...? You were about to be held back? What would your parents think? What about your friends? Would you still end up being friends if you got held back?

"I might not..."

"Luckily, there are still options," you teacher said, snapping you from your thoughts. "You can always try to make up assignments and study more, but I don't think that'll work, in all honesty. If you want my recommendation, you should find a tutor."

"A...tutor...?" You parroted. "I wouldn't know where to begin."

Your teacher sighed. "Well, I could always check with other teachers to see if there's a student willing to help you. A lot of the kids in the college prep classes help students out. Don't worry, I'll make sure they're from your year."

"It's embarrassing either way," you said. "So...fine."

Your teacher laughs under her breath. "It's not that bad, L/n. Lots of kids need tutoring."

There was a silent but never me that hung in the air, but neither of you admitted it. Or at least, that's how you felt. Your teacher wasn't looking at you, but it seemed like she wanted to say it from where you stood.

The worst part of this would be telling your parents, surprisingly. No matter how shitty about yourself you may have felt, how embarrassing it was to go from straight As to needing tutoring to pass. Telling your parents meant hearing another lecture, filled with the disdain of your apparent failure. It didn't matter how many kids needed help, they weren't you.

"Well, you can get back to class, L/n," she said after another moment. "I'll come find you once I find someone willing to help."

You nodded, bowed slightly, and left the room. When you made it back to the classroom, Mako was drumming her fingers on the desk. Her attention shot to the door when it opened. Her gaze was locked on you as you took your seat. "What happened?" She asked.

"I guess I've been struggling with my grades more than normal. I...need a tutor," you told her.

"A tutor?" Mako asked. "Do you know who?"