sweets ✧ r.kaji ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

29: guns

"man, that sounds hella nice. but i have sunday school! it's like club or something," you said into your phone. "it's fine, just have fun without me!"

"it's mostly just for team bonding stuff umemiya-san prepared anyway," kusumi said softly, trying to make you feel better. the boy barely spoke, but he was often sweet in text and calls due to his shyness.

"aww, it's okay. i bet you're just gonna chat about boy stuff." propping your phone in between your ear and shoulder, you fixed your hair, brushing away all the tangles.

"therrre's no such thing as boy stuff. you girrls just make a big deal outta things," enomoto cut in.

"of course there is! crushes and weird thingies. the typa stuff you guys shut up about when i walk in."

"those are just mission details," kaji said. "why do you even have to go to sunday school? isn't that for idiots?"

"well sorry for being an idiot. cause i failed my math test by a lot, the math teacher devil satan sent to come for me made me attend two sessions of sunday school." you rolled your eyes at just the mere thought of sir umeda.

"idiot."

"shut up."

"stop it before you two fight again," enomoto interrupted. "you're like cats and dogs."

kusumi spoke up, "but what i'm saying is that you shouldn't worry, l/n!" you could hear the smile in his voice. "do well on your sunday classes!"

"yeah, maybe going there will make you less of an idiot."

"good luck. make surre you don't fail anything else."

"yeps, thanks, guys! except you, kaji. bye bye!" you left the group call. chatting with your friends left the ghost of the smile on your face you couldn't help making. even if tomorrow was going to be a living hell of discussions, lectures, and math problems, you kept a positive mindset, or at least tried to.

gotta go sleep now. i'm too lazy to study, you thought.

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the school building had never looked so menacing. the sunday school aura seeped out the windows, spreading their black wings adorned with feathers of sorrow to swat away all and any rays of hope. even the simple act of standing in front of the school in the shade of the tree beside it sent shivers of ice-cold anticipation and fear right up any student's spine.

still, you faced it with a confident smile despite the feeling of dread crawling up your feet. you heard that a woman's intuition was never wrong, but it was just a feeling—it couldn't be anything else.

you strode inside and went to the classroom assigned for math sunday school on the third floor. awaiting you was the devil himself, mr umeda, and a handful of other girls from different grades—some older, some younger. the atmosphere was gloomier than sadness from inside out could ever be.

"please sit down, l/n-kun," the devil math teacher instructed.

with a smile on your face to hide the scowl that threatened to spill out, you complied.

"all of you are here for the reason of below average math scores on recent exams, and it has come to my notice that...uhh, you just don't have sufficient knowledge of our topics. ehm, so we're going to discuss some topics that you know about beforehand so that we can catch up to, uhh...the level of your other fellow students. now, i'm not saying that your intelligence is worse than of the others; i'm sure you do well in some other subjects, but in math, particularly the topics of slopes, domain and range, conjugating and multiplying radical denominators, word problems involving annual depreciation...uh, fractions on fractions, cube rooting square roots, transforming radicals into rational exponents, graphing functions and tables of functions...additionally, we'll be having normal exercises on multiplying, dividing, adding, subtracting, um, fractions and quite large numbers just to get your minds fit...i hope that during the few sessions of sunday school, we can tackle these easily and swiftly, or i might have to extend the amount of...classes. as i posted in the google classroom that i already added you all to, let's..."