HIROKI
I never patched things up with Nowaki after he left for a year. We ended up having a huge fight about how I didn't listen and I came to the conclusion that I didn't fit in his life. It wasn't what I wanted. And I cried over it for too long. Months later I was turning back to my regular self thanks to Akihiko.
I turned as I finished writing the assignment on the board. Misaki was falling asleep...again. it seemed like the kid couldn't stay awake. I watched him fighting it off with a determined expression. He was actually kind of cute. I only learned recently that he was the one with Akihiko. Well not anymore.
I didn't know the details of the break up only that it involved the bane of my existence, Takahiro. Most things revolved around Takahiro. I found it hard to believe that Akihiko could love anyone else in the first place. When I found out Misaki was Takahiro' s brother I put the pieces together on my own. It was never fun to be compared to Takahiro who could apparently do no wrong. It was only a matter of time before Misaki developed my same feelings. That was just my guess though.
The bell rang and everyone stood to leave. "Misaki I have something to talk to you about." He looked around nervously as everyone shuffled out of the room. He gathered his things and walked to my desk.
"Yes?" He was looking down. He had incredibly long eyelashes.
"I've noticed that you can't seem to stay awake." He looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry!" He bowed so deeply his books spilled over his arms and onto the floor. "Uh...sorry..." He bent down and began retrieving his things. He stood up after a minute.
"Sit down." He bit his lip and looked around. I pushed a chair out with my foot. He sat down but didn't look too happy about it. "What is going on. You don't look like you can help falling asleep."
He sighed. "I started living on my own recently. It was my brother's idea." He looked down at his books. "He pays most of my rent. I just pay for the rest and food. My job doesn't pay that much so..."
He was working and then doing homework late at night. Thinking about it, he always handed everything in on time although the quality was questionable. "Come with me." I got up and walked out. He ran after me. "Do you work today?" He shook his head. "Good."
I gave three sharp knocks on the office door in case Miyagi was with his boy toy today. I tried the door handle. It swung open. He wasn't here. I held the door for Misaki and made my way over the piles of paper to my desk. Misaki stood in the doorway looking at the mess. "Sorry I share my office with a blockhead." To my surprise he easily maneuvered his way through the piles. I thought of the condition of Akihiko' s place when he was doing research. No wonder.
I pulled up my lesson plans on my computer and printed them out. "Here is what you missed today." He looked surprised. "Do you not want it?"
"Oh no! That's not it." He took the papers. "Thanks..."
"You all seem to think I'm not human or something but that's just because you see me that way." He looked confused. "It isn't wrong for me to keep you all paying attention in a class you pay for."
"You're right." I picked his particularly horrible paper out of the pile.
"I am going to give you a chance to rewrite this paper because honestly it's shit. Use your notes and what I just gave you. Go to the library and use the computer for once." I handed him the paper. "And if you ever have a problem please say something." He nodded and walked out.
"Thank you." I heard him running down the hall, probably towards the library.
MISAKI
My teacher wasn't a demon. The help he just gave me proved that. I often wondered how Usagi was friends with someone like Kamijou-sensei. Now I knew. I slipped into the library quietly and found a computer. I looked at my paper. It was covered in red marks. There was nothing to fix. I'd have to start from scratch.
It was my fault for not telling Nii-chan that I couldn't handle staying alone. I didn't think it would be so hard. I was exhausted all the time now. I blocked everyone out and tried to focus on writing.
I walked to the train station after the library closed. I still didn't get much done despite Kamijou-sensei's help. I felt like I couldn't do anything. I glanced at the notes again once I was sitting down. I felt like I was reading a different language. At the bottom of the page I noticed an email and an address. He lived a couple of doors down from me.
While walking in the lobby I spotted him checking the mail. Our eyes met at the same time. I walked over to my mailbox. "How is the paper?"
I sighed. "I wish I could tell you that I was doing fine. I can't even seem to read the notes let alone write anything." I felt ashamed.
"Come on." I followed him.
Sensei' s house was full of books. More than Usagi's place. "Wow."
"It's better than being a cat lady." He was right. He cleared off a space on his table.
"First, you need to highlight important information. Call me when your done. A quiet environment is key, so I'll just read a book." Sensei went and sat on the couch. I wasn't sure what I should call him now. I felt him glaring at me and got to work. I looked at the question asked and started highlighting things I thought would help me. I'd never even thought to do this before so I was already ahead of what I usually did.
I snuck a peek over at the couch. He was already absorbed in his book. I wish I could be like that. The only thing I read like that was the kan. I sighed and kept reading. I heard a kettle going off in the kitchen Sensei looked like he'd never hear anything again as long as he was reading.
I stood up and walked to the kitchen. I guessed where the mugs would be and grabbed two. I added milk and honey to the tea and then sat it down on the coffee table. Kamijou-sensei looked up at me with a confused expression. "I didn't even hear that." He looked at the tea. "Jesus I haven't had my tea this way in years."
"My mom used to make it this way when I was doing homework. I did it out of habit. I can get more if you want it different." He waved his hand and took the tea.
"So you're done highlighting?" He got up and grabbed my notes. "Not bad." He looked so different outside of school. Half of his shirt wasn't tucked in and his belt was undone. He yawned while looking through my notes and ran a hand through his hair. Surprisingly the Great Kamijou wasn't a bad-looking guy.
HIROKI
I walked Misaki down to the station. I wrote down somethings that would help him write his paper. He thanked me a thousand times before boarding the train. He was nice a kid.