Admit It || REWRITE ||

Chapter 1: Meet Your Tutor

Souji Okita POV

"Souji..." Slouching into the stiff office chair, I stared blankly ahead as Kondo-Sensei spewed the same speech to me once again. "With these grades, you're not going to be able to graduate into your final year," he continued. The cold glare of Hijikata-sensei rested on the back of my neck, threatening me silently to pay attention. Straightening up with a groan, I raised my hand.

"Can we not do this again, I know this speech off by heart already." I puffed, reaching for my empty backpack with a yawn. Every week it's the same thing, 'you're not performing well in your classes Souji' or 'why didn't you attend whoever's class, Souji?' Have they not realized yet that the only reason I show up is to kill time before training every day? This school is not my priority, the Worlds are my priority, I'm not going to waste four hours doing homework every night when I can developing my skills, my stamina, things I actually care about that are going to let me get out of this damn place.

"Okita-kun, are you listening to me?" Kondo-Sensei snapped, his brows pinched together in frustration. With a defeated sigh he sat back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I know you don't particularly care about your studies Souji, or your attendance for that matter but I do know you care about the World championships more than anything, yes?" He questioned, seeming much calmer now. I nodded hesitantly whilst slowly returning my back to the ground; was he finally going to understand where I was coming from?

"Souji you cannot compete if you do not meet the average grades and attendance required for the district competitions that lead you to the trials for the World Championships."

"What?" I snapped, jerking forward in the chair, "No I just have to pass, the regulations-"

Holding his palm up, Kondo-Sensei's expression darkened with irritation, "No Souji. The regulations require average grades of 70% across the board on all of your subjects, along with 85% attendance minimum with less than 15 unauthorized lates in a year." My mouth gaped, arguments dissolving on the tip of my tongue. "You need to get your act together or you will not be given the opportunity to reach nationals, nevermind the worlds. I'm sorry, Souji but at this rate, you will not be eligible to compete."

"Who is the smartest kid in this school?" I demanded, my jaw set and eyes narrowed. Like hell, I was giving up that easily, "I'm going to get 90's across the board, you'll see. Who is it?"

Kondo-Sensei stared at me, his thoughtful hazel eyes searching to see a flicker of doubt on my face, any hint that told him this was just another empty phrase to get myself out of trouble. He found none. Inhaling deeply he nodded and wrote down a name. "You have two months, Souji, I really hope you can pull this off - and please don't antagonize him."

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Hajime Saito POV

Scrawling the last note down from the meeting, I placed my work journal into my book bag and tucked my file securely under my arm aware of the few loose pages inside. It was cold for late October, colder than usual, Autumn had only seemed to last a few short weeks before the first traces of ice and snow had appeared even if it didn't last long. Heading out of the school council room, I made my way outside.

"Hey, you!"

A voice called behind me, likely looking for another student so I carried on but the footsteps seemed to pick up the pace behind me, "Saito Hajime!" The male called again. Pausing for a moment, I turned carefully on the icy ground to see a second year racing towards me.

"Slow down, there's ice-" The warning left my lips too late as the student's heel caught the ice patch and threw him forward towards me. Raising my arm up to protect myself from the impact, the weight of him knocked us both to the ground and my file a few feet away, scattering papers across the frozen yard. With an exasperated sigh, I began gathering them up, "Thanks." I muttered, opening my file to place the papers in.

Looking up, the boy had a fistful of my notes crumpled in his outstretched hand, "Why did you ignore me?" He glared down at me. Taking my notes with a frown, I closed over my file. "I didn't ignore you." I retorted, tucking my file under my arm again as he continued to stare at me intensely.

"Usually when someone yells 'hey you' you stop." He said, taking my wrist tightly, "So why did you ignore me?" He repeated. Attempting to tug my arm away from his grip only caused him to tighten it and I narrowed my eyes.

"You're Okita Souji, the schools Martial Arts Champion I wasn't expecting you to be talking to me considering this is the most interaction we've ever had." Tugging at his grip again he frowned and pulled me closer, I could feel a small trickle of unease run down my spine. His record wasn't exactly the best, I should know I usually organise the detention slips teachers hand out - he is a regular offender.

"I needed to talk to you," His jade eyes narrowed on mine. "I need you to tutor me. Starting now."

"Eh? Why would I do that?" Again I attempted to pull my arm free. Okita glared and squeezed my wrist harder till it became painful and I hissed, "You're hurting me, stop." I glared, "I said stop, now!"

"Tutor me. I have to get my grades up in the next two months or I can't try out for the Worlds," He insisted. My hand was turning redder by the second, to the point where my fingers started to tingle going numb. Hissing through my teeth, I dropped my file again to grip his wrist, "What's in it for me?" I glared, "Let go!"

"Do it and I won't beat the shit out of you." He frowned as though it were the obvious choice.

"You're going to break my wrist-" Shit, my arm was physically hot with pain at this point "-alright fine! Just let go!" I begged. Instantly retracting his hand, I pulled my arm to my stomach protectively and squeezed my eyes shut with a deep breath. I really think he did some damage, what kind of dickhead is this guy?

"Great! See you tomorrow, Hajime-kun!" The idiot grinned, winking at me as he walked off with his bag slung over one shoulder.

"Its Saito-kun to you!" I growled back still rubbing my wrist. Snatching my file off the ground, I tucked it safely away before heading home angrily. Brilliant, now I've to tutor this dickhead or risk a broken hand. How am I supposed to get any studying done with him around? This is going to be a challenge.

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