A/N: ARGH SORRY LATE AGAIN. Super crazy busy week for school stuff. D: Another two-drabble day, though!
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Konomi-sensei, who, by the way, is safe and sound after the disasters in Japan!
Drabble the thirty-fifth: Tachibana/Kamio
Kamio blinked as his son stomped into the study, jammed the "off" button on the stereo, and spun around to glare at him.
The sudden absence of soft jazz made the quiet eerie. "…What was that about?"
"I. Am. Studying. And this music sucks!"
"Wha—excuse me?"
"Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on algebra when there's crappy jazz music in the background?"
"Crappy—" Kamio repeated indignantly.
"I'm going to go back to my room and try to do my homework in peace. If I hear it again, I am going to toss that stereo out the window!"
Kamio stared as Akito stormed out.
"What in hell just happened?" Tachibana asked as he stepped into the study. "I'm going to go ground him. When did he get such a bad attitude?"
"I don't know," Kamio groaned. "Did you hear him? 'Crappy'. He said jazz is crappy."
"That's what you're focusing on? Akira, we need to have a talk about priorities."