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Report Card

A-

He got an A-.

And it was a cooking class, too.

Mikagami Tokiya frowned, standing numbly at the rooftop of their school and staring intensely at the A- mark on his report card as if it would change to A+ if he do so.

This is his first time to get a grade lower than A+, and it's quite ridiculous to get it in such a mediocre class as cooking not to mention that A- looks terribly misplaced at the series of A+. Besides, he always gives his 101 in everything he does, and cooking was not an exception no matter how it seems to be associated with the female gender. In fact, cooking for him is a breeze since he's been doing it since no one would cook for him anymore when his older sister died.

So it really came as a surprise for him to get a grade like that.

Maybe if it was Kirisawa it wouldn't be so surprising, he thought.

It was probably because I refused to have tea with Sensei that day we made Strawberry Short Cake in class.

His brows creased in speculation, then in disbelief. Truth be told that he's got quite a number of admirers due to his looks and prowess in academics in this school but the possibility of a teacher admiring him as well had never crossed his mind. It's quite a scary thought, not to mention freaky and downright repulsive.

Then in an instant, his report card was snatched from his hands.

"Hmm, perfect grades as always. I don't think you'll ever disappoint me, Michan."

Tokiya glared at the purple head girl who was grinning at him while holding his report card.

"It's hardly perfect, now hand it over." He muttered, lazily lifting his hand to receive the report card.

Kirisawa Fuuko looked at the report card closely before she hid it behind her with a teasing smile.

"A- isn't so bad, Michan." She commented, feigning a thoughtful look. "Just remember the next time you decide to reject a teacher's offer for tea, say 'yes' instead. Okay?"

A look of surprise crossed Tokiya's face for a second before it went back to its usual passive look.

"How did you know about that?"

"Ah, Michan, I didn't know humility is part of your vocabulary." Fuuko teased, tapping his report card on her chin. "FYI, since you're the hunky heartthrob of our school, news and gossips about you travel fast. It's quite disturbing, if you ask me. It's like you don't have privacy anymore. But I salute your fans for their dedication. It's hard to find such loyalty nowadays."

"Shut up, monk—" Tokiya started to say when he was interrupted by a loud bang.

They both turned to the cause of the noise and saw a boy with spiky black hair and blue eyes whose hand is pressing the door tight against the wall.

"Mom and Dad are going to kill me." Hanabishi Recca wheezed out, slowly walking towards them.

"Bah! You'll survive, Recca." Fuuko said with the gentle pat behind his shoulder. "Besides, it's not like this is the first time they'll see the beautiful red marks on your report card."

Recca thought about it and then as if the truth had dawned on him, he smiled.

"Hey, you've got a point there."

Fuuko shrugged arrogantly to which Tokiya rolled his eyes.

They were interrupted again by another loud sound coming from the door.

But this time, it's the sound of bawling from none other than the big burly Domon.

"My grandmother will disown me!" He cried out, falling on his knees with the crumpled report card in his hand.

"Get a grip, Domon!" Fuuko scolded, snatching his abused report card and trying to salvage what's left of it.

"Yes, because your animalistic bawls are hurting my ears." Tokiya complained, covering his ears for emphasis.

"For once I agree with poker face here." Recca commented with a serious nod.

"At least I'm not stupid." Tokiya muttered, glaring at Recca.

"You, guys, are so mean." Domon whispered hoarsely in between hiccups.

"Holy shit! Your grandmother's really going to disown you this time, Domon." Fuuko said after smoothing out his report card enough to be able to read his grades.

Recca peered over Fuuko's shoulder and gave a low whistle.

Then he clucked his tongue and pointed at Domon before finally tracing an invisible horizontal line between his neck.

Domon bawled in response, making the three wince.

"There, there, not to worry. Michan's going to treat us for snack since he got the best set of grades than any of us." Fuuko announced, showing off Tokiya's report card.

"Really?" Recca asked excitedly, looking at Tokiya's report card. "Wow, are you even human?"

"Shut up. I didn't say that." He protested, glaring at Recca first then at Fuuko before snatching his report card from her grasp.

"I had never doubted Michan's human-ness. But it seems like we already have a confession here." Fuuko teased, rubbing her chin with feign innocence.

"That's not what I meant, monkey." Tokiya murmured through gritted teeth. "I meant the rubbish freeloading you were callously suggesting."

"Oh, come on, Michan. You know you want to." Fuuko crooned, helping Domon up.

"Why do I have to feed the three of you?" Tokiya asked incredulously. "You're the ones who should be treating me because you're the ones who got low grades. It should be your punishment."

"Boo-hoo, Michan. Too bad we're not as smart as you. Now come on, the good seats will not wait for us." Fuuko insisted, tugging on his arm as Recca and Domon cheered happily.

The two goofs started to sing random songs, gleefully skipping ahead as Fuuko and Tokiya followed.

"You're such an opportunist." Tokiya muttered in annoyance, crossing his arms.

"No, Michan, I'm a great friend who saw this perfect chance to spend time with your friends. The examination week has taken up so much of your time with your nose buried in your thick books and it has stressed all of us, although I wouldn't say that it was for the same reason. But anyway, it's about time to loosen up and just have fun." Fuuko patiently explained, keeping a hand on Tokiya's arm just in case he decides to escape.

"Well, at least let me see your report card and witness for myself just how badly you've performed." Tokiya said with an expectant look.

Fuuko didn't move to show her report card.

After a few more seconds, she finally relented with a sigh, handing her surprisingly clean and unwrinkled report card.

Tokiya had already expected that he'd see a series of Ds, maybe even a few Fs.

But he was surprised to see that she's got a set of respectable grades, which consist of mostly Bs and has even got A- for Geometry.

He looked at her in disbelief, not knowing what to say.

"Hey, just because I'm considered a delinquent doesn't mean I don't get good grades and it's not my fault that I'm the target of threats from my teachers. It's just that I get into too many fights, which explains why I'm always at the principal's office." Fuuko said defensively.

"You pick too many fights." Tokiya corrected, taking one last look at her report card before handing it back to her.

Fuuko narrowed her eyes at him and said, "Okay, so I picked a quarter of them."

"Half."

"Fine. Half."

Tokiya gave a small smile.

"Still, I always have good reasons."

"Always." Tokiya agreed, much to Fuuko's surprise.

She smiled.

"So, since you also have decent grades, you'd have to share the bill with me." Tokiya commented suggestively.

Fuuko looked at him mischievously and then said, "How about we bully them into paying it instead?" nodding towards Recca and Domon, who were still singing merrily.

Tokiya followed her gaze and then turned to her.

"Deal."


Author's Rants:

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