Let's start off with some simple and normal KuruRii, in the high school.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gakkou Gurashi

Kurumi felt like dying. Not from any physical stress or environmental factors, but she didn't feel like she could continue under the mental pressure placed upon her mind. It was far too much for her to comprehend, not that she would ever allow herself to admit weakness. Especially not in this field.

"Please tell me you have the answer for this question. You've been staring at it for almost three minutes now, Kurumi." She could feel a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. She had never felt so nervous before in her life, except maybe when she tried to confess to the track-and-field senpai. No, she corrected herself. This fear was far worse than trying to confess to him. "Ku-ru-mi? Are you even listening?"

Quick, she thought. She needed to respond before she dug herself deeper in the grave. "Japan."

"Kurumi, we're working on a math question." A sigh followed the deadpan response. She was hit lightly on the head with a rolled up text-book. The same textbook as she was currently using to study.

"…50." She tried again.

"Are you even looking at the question?" She shook her head and glanced downward at the open textbook. The numbers seemed to be written in another language, and she couldn't understand what she was supposed to be doing with the equation presented to her.

"Why do I have to do this anyway?! It's not like we need math right now!" Kurumi pushed away from the desk with the offending math problems. Her chair, knocked off balance by her momentum, clattered to the floor among the other desks and chairs. There was no one else in the classroom except for them, nor would there ever be more than four students using the classroom ever again. She stayed standing, even when Yuuri went to pick up the chair she pushed aside. Her emotions got the better of her again; her irritation with math giving way to sinking despair at the disappointment in Yuuri's gaze. Get mad at me. Get angry. Don't just look at me with those eyes. Say something. But her education was worth more in Yuuri's eyes, and slowly she sunk back down in her seat, defeated by a force she couldn't quite comprehend.

Her mind completely drained, Kurumi did nothing but stare at the broken window. Her textbook was now covered in red, where she had attempted the problem presented, made mistakes, and gotten corrected by Yuuri.

"Good work…is what I would like to say but...there wasn't much improvement from before we started." She ignored the stabbing remark, feeling like she should at least be given some credit for sticking through the irritating mess of math.

"I hate math. Worse than cleaning up after Yuki." She muttered, unhappy from the lack of affection she received the entire time she suffered. Yuuri stood up and arranged their books in a neat pile. Kurumi had no interest in helping her clean up, given her horrible mood. She resolved never to let Yuuri suck her into another day of studying, which was the same thing she resolved the last time it had happened. And the time before that.

Now Yuuri was blocking her view of the window. Reluctantly, Kurumi lowered her eyes, not wanting to get in trouble for staring. She felt the other's light touch on her forehead, moving her bangs aside. Was she going to do the all-feared forehead flick as punishment for her inability to solve most of the problems? Kurumi shut her eyes, fearing the worst. No pain came, and the sensation was of another light touch, but not by Yuuri's hand.

"Don't sulk just because you had to study." And now she couldn't see, her face pressed into something soft and fluffy. Maybe Yuuri wasn't aware of what she was doing, but Kurumi's mind was melting in another way. And this one, she approved of.

"Hey, maybe next time if you gave me more kisses, I'd do better." Kurumi teased as she happily followed Yuuri from the empty classroom.

"Statistically, you wouldn't do better even with a reward." She pouted, upset again. "But maybe I'll consider it. Now what do you want for dinner?"

"Ginger soy beef!"

This one was rather short. The next ones will be a bit longer.