𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 ━━ S. UCHIHA

II

"(Y/n) and Kiba, you will be working on the bookshelf in the back. And Kiba, I mean it."

My eyes slowly drift over to the said kid standing up confidently. I feel my insides drop.

Inuzuka Kiba is the athletic kid of the school. Doing just about any sports club he can do at once. His messy brown hair is never tamed and his sharp black eyes always make him look alert and, quite honestly, pissed, which is usually what scares me. Much like any athlete, he has naturally tanned skin no matter what time of the year it is. If those don't give his appearance away, just observe his attire. Nothing is straightened, folds in about every place and not even an ounce of effort put into trying to look nice. It's as if he had just rolled out of bed realizing he's running late for school.

Even his personality can be a little unnerving. He's very impulsive and short-tempered, giving him most of his confidence against his opponents on the courts and fields as if his rage was his solution to everything. Oh, and in class, he always messes around which is why he never gets anything done.

It's not that I hate him. You probably got that vibe, but my encounters with him never ended well and I've always had some sort of grudge for it. Kiba is nice and sweet at times, but his recklessness just... doesn't always do good.

Of course, it might just be a personal problem and my luck by just being around him.

I click my tongue and head towards the back. The bookshelves were only three cubbies tall and ran from one end of the classroom to the windowed wall. A lot of the students' backpacks filled the first couple of cubes, but books, tool kits, paperwork, puzzles, games, and other thingamajigs scattered in the rest. A chalkboard covered two-thirds of the wall area, with a bulletin board to its right, and a tall locker to its left, sealing off this section so nothing would cover the back door.

With a sigh, I collect the cleaning supplies and immediately get to work. Notice how I said 'I'? Yeah. Kiba sits on the other end of the bookshelf, scrolling through his phone... or playing games. One of the two. I'm used to this sort of action, though. I've been his classmate for a long time, and with time I've built a lot of tolerance for this dude.

"Yes! I love cleaning up the boards!"

There's no need for me to crane my neck to see who'd shouted. I already told you this, I've had a crush on this dude in 7th grade for 3 years! That's enough time for me to have studied a lot of his actions, remarks, and all of the sorts. No, I did not stalk, so don't you dare accuse me of that! It's just I used to always take peaks in class and tried to listen in on everything he said and did. Ah, that painful times when I used to have a crush. Hated that.

I start clearing the shelves and so I can wipe the inside of the cubbies. At first glance, there seem to be many, but they aren't hard to clean. After all, we don't have to cleanse the stuff inside of them. This is a quick and easy job for me. Although, it would go a lot faster if Kiba here even wiped down one column. Three cubbies! That's all that I ask!

"Aye! Sasuke you're my partner today! How great is that?" Naruto cheered. His only response was a grunt.

"Aha... this stuff is so easy to clean up!"

"Naruto, you don't take that off."

"What? Yes, I do!"

"No, you don't. This still has Friday's schedule, so you keep it on the board."

There's a moment of silence before Naruto almost has a mental breakdown. "Agh!"

"How about I work here and you wipe down the chalkboard?" Sasuke suggests.