égoïste [Akaashi Keiji]

raison #1

"Hey, hey, hey, Shiori! What did you get?!" Bokuto Koutarou, a classmate of hers, got up from his seat almost immediately after the bell rung for the lunch break, heading over to his good friend's side to match results.

Shiori had just passed one quiz, the other two just barely missing the passing mark. Her math quiz was marked 39, science 40 and literature 38. Forty was the passing mark.

Bokuto stared at the ones he had in his hands, owlishly looking to and from his and her papers.

Without questioning him, she took a strained look at his results, brows jumping ever so slightly at the numbers for all three papers.

37 for math, 32 for science, and 40 for literature, Shiori thought. Well, reality is we both failed two, and passed one. I guess it's a good thing we didn't fail all three? Thank God these aren't the exams.

"Well, it's a good thing they're only quizzes." She neatly put her papers into a plastic folder and slid it into her bag, giving Bokuto a smile. "Let's improve on it next time."

"That's what you say after each quiz or exam but you never study for any of them with the exception of biology." Yukie deadpanned, a smile on her lax expression.

Shiori couldn't deny anything her female friend said. Her brown eyes flickered to where Yukie sat directly behind her. She pouted, lower lip protruding out slightly, "I do! Well, I try to anyway! But it just kind of slips my mind! I can't apply stuff to stuff!"

Shirofuku Yukie sweat dropped at her and glanced at Bokuto, who had gone back to his seat two seats away horizontally from her. He was packing up his stuff, unusually quiet. He came back to the girls with a funny expression. Yukie likened it to one of those looks that Bokuto gets before he becomes restless to hit the volleyball on the court during his emo mode.

"Hm?" Shiori hummed lightly, eyes on Bokuto. In a moment of observing him, Shiori knew what was up. She gently patted his upper arm since she was sitting down, "It'll be fine! 40 is the passing mark so as long as we pass that we're all good!"

"Easy for you to say but impossible to get over." He mumbled.

"Hey, don't get so down, Kou!" She lightly punched his arm.

Bokuto wasn't at all bothered by her calling him by his nickname, after all, they'd known each other since first year, and were close for the whole of their high school years. He called her by her name, too. Though, sometimes Shiori would change it up and call him by his surname.

"I'm surprised you're used to this result." Yukie spoke to Shiori, knowing that although Bokuto was listening, he was sulking.

"Huh? I guess so." The female with the brown black hair waved her hand dismissively, "I know I'm not good at it so I kind of expected this. When I did get a result like this for the first time, I was pretty disappointed. But then I just went, 'yeah, okay. Cool. I suck at it. Okay.' And it just kind of went downhill from there." She laughed lightly, putting a stray hair behind her ear. When it came back onto her face she pushed a hand through her hair and tied the medium length into a low ponytail.

"That's...a little..." Yukie started, unsure of what to say.

"Well, that's for the ones I hate the most anyway. Biology is a different story. That stuff's interesting, so I like to watch documentaries." She tapped her fingers on the table lightly, crossing her legs, "If everything was learnt in pictures or a documentary or something, then that would make it so much easier and better to learn." She muttered under her breath, "Though I highly doubt that'd work for math."

"Oh!" Bokuto perked up, "You mean like those documentaries that you love to watch about animals and stuff?" He was suddenly out of his sulking mode, having remembered the documentaries he watched with Shiori.