Highschool Sweethearts || Sanegiyuu/Giyusane

CHAPTER 1

"Tomioka, you're failing."

Was what Giyuu's teacher said before sending him off to the library to meet up with his new tutor.

And Giyuu is pissed.

If anything, he hates extra classes, he skips then whenever he could.

And he is known for that, especially among the teachers.

So right now, he is being walked to the library to meet up with his so called tutor.

And once they arrived, the was met up with no other than Sanemi Shinazugawa.

See, Sanemi is known for getting into fights all over the school, and also known for his scars.

Giyuu never really gave two shits about Sanemi's scars, in fact, he thought that's they actually made him look cool.

"Shinazugawa, you will be tutoring Tomioka over here. I expect to see progress, but I won't be angry if I don't. I think you know why."

Right, the bitch of a math teacher really had to bring up his reputation of skipping extra classes.

But seriously, he had reason; he hated studying, or anything related to studying.

Studying was his worse enemy.

He hated studying.

"Right right, that won't be a problem Miss." Sanemi responded before Giyuu sat on the chair beside him.

Soon enough, the teacher left and Sanemi turned to face him.

"So, I heard about your reaction towards extra classes and remidal classes." Sanemi started.

"I think everyone knows about that." Giyuu responded coldly.

"Okay but seriously, why do you skip them?"

"They're boring as fuck, that's why."

"There has to be a better reason."

"I hate studying??"

"Valid, but not valid enough."

"Oh come on! Besides, I'm not the only one with a bad reputation!"

"At least I don't fail all of my classes!"

"Hey! I pass in some of them."

"It's PE, isn't it?"

"Ohmygod how did you know?"

"You run faster than Uzui, to have participated in countless competitions in that feild, and you just… seem more into it than other subjects."

"I know that."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Did you not hear the sarcasm?"

"No, no I did not. You win. Now with passing maths."

"No."

"No? What do you mean by no?"

"I mean no. I don't like studying. With or without company."

"Don't your parents get mad at you?"

"My mom gets really pissed."

"What about your dad?"

"My dad killed himself."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Don't be, he's the fucking reason why I hate studying so much."

"Ohmygod what dose he do?"

"He would bring me to the kitchen table and make me do the questions. No breaks. No water breaks, so I would pass out quite often. And he would beat me up everyone I get a question wrong. And tell me that I'm a pussy that can't stand up for myself, I was like 5 by the way."