Seatmates Ch. 1
Daily Life
I do not own PoT. This takes place a few weeks after Sanada's 3rd year starts, so please hang on. And I shall refer to my OC last name FIRST so no one gets confused, as I am addressing Sanada's last name in this.
Sanada Genichirou stared at the desk next to him, not fazed by the fact that a certain someone was late yet again (yet in fact this was at least the hundredth time she was late). He sighed internally when the bell rung, knowing that she would arrive late, disrupt the class yet again, and he would have to lecture her.
In fact, when the teacher, Mr. Matsuda, was beginning the lesson, a girl with unruly , messy black hair burst through the door, dull blue eyes looking around widely to see if anything has started. She was only met by Mr. Matsuda's and Sanada's disapproving stare and the snickers of all of their classmates. The girl, Fujikawa Hairi, sheepishly, snatched the back of her head.
"So nice of you to join us, Fujikawa, now please take your seat next to Sanada," Mr. Matsuda asks, and she does, ignoring the laughter and the whispers from her classmates. She sits next to Sanada.
"Hey, Sanada," Fujikawa whispers, while Sanada shoots her the Look.
"Unaccpetable. You're late again," He grunts, and focuses back on the lesson.
"And you're early," Fujikawa shoots a weak retort to Sanada, but it doesn't faze him, as he narrows his eyes, signalling her to shut up.
It was lunch, and Sanada brings out his bento box, and as he opens it, he couldn't help but feel two eyes staring at him as he does. His eyes narrow once more, and proceeds to open the bento. Sushi. He thinks, and brings out his chopsticks, and out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Fujikawa staring at his lunch in desire, a slight drool coming out of her mouth.
"Unaccpetable, Fujikawa. How many times have you not brought lunch?" Sanada questions, effectively snapping Fujikawa out of her trace. She shrugs, which makes his eyes narrow again.
"It's not my fault, Sanada. It's the alarm!" Fujikawa states.
"Fujikawa, you cannot get anywhere in life, if you blame your problems on a mere inanimate object," Sanada lectures. "You are the one at fault."
"Ok. Ok," She agrees. "It won't happen again."
Both of them knew it was a lie. He exhales heavily through his nose.
"Very well," He reluctantly gives in. "You may take some."
Fujikawa's eyes light up, and was about to reach for a sushi, but Sanada slapped her hand.
"Ow..." She said, looking at Sanada.
"Wash your hands," He commands, and Fujikawa gets up from her seat to head outside of the classroom, and she makes a left. "Not in the water fountain!"
She turns around.
"Man, Sanada. You got a perfect!" Fujikawa exclaims rather unenthusiastically. Sanada looks at her, but then his eyes narrow, as she was holding the paper upside down. She sighs and fixes it in the proper direction.
"You're slacking off! Take this seriously!" He criticizes, and Fujikawa could feel a bit of a smile coming on her face. "Why are you smiling?"
"Gosh. I can't keep anything from you. You eliminate all of the joy out of my life, Sanada," She joked.
"School is not about having fun! Your future is depending on what scores you get, and you aren't taking this seriously!" Sanada lectures. "How can you live with yourself?"
"How can you live with yourself?" Fujikawa questions back. "Stop taking everything so seriously."
"Then stop taking everything so lightly," He retorts.
"Touché," She responds, stretching. "Alright, you win. I'll look at your pretty, little essay if it makes the rock happy."
Sanada nods as if he was actually pleased with making progress with Fujikawa, as she begins to read his English essay for any mistakes, ignoring the nickname. He skims over the essay. No punctuation, grammar, or spelling mistakes. He nods once more, but then he notices that the continuity of the essay could be way better.
"Not bad, Sanada. Barely any grammar and spelling mistakes this time," Fujikawa says.
"Of course. But, Fujiwara, you need to work on adding more content to your essay. If I was the teacher, I would've given you a C. And that's unacceptable for Rikkaidai's standards," Sanada lectures. Fujikawa looks at him with a brow raised.
"Don't you mean your standards?" She corrects. His eyes narrow at her for her snarky comment, and then both went to correcting each other's essays, the occasional disapproval and lectures of Sanada, and then shrugs and snarky comments of Fujikawa.
If one looks at the pair, they could easily assume that they weren't associated with each other in way one or another. One with a wrinkly uniform, then other with a clean, pristine uniform. One with a constant strict expression and high goals and pressures, the other with a calm, relaxed face with the occasional cheeky smile, living without a care in the world. They are certainly an odd pair.
Hopefully I got Sanada's character down. So yeah. Thanks for reading and see if you guys next time!
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