Kuwabara hadn't expected his classes in middle school to be quite so difficult. Granted he hadn't been making excellent grades back in elementary school, but when he'd bothered to pay attention in class he'd at least been more or less able to understand the material. But after transitioning into seventh grade, the difficulty of his classes seemed to skyrocket and Kuwabara ended up feeling more and more lost as time went by.
He considered going to his teachers for help, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do so. Unlike the teachers he'd had in elementary school, these teachers just didn't feel approachable to Kuwabara. It was because of the way they handed back his assignments. They never seemed surprised or disappointed that Kuwabara wasn't doing well. Their expressions seemed to say that Kuwabara doing poorly was exactly what they expected, and they didn't seem to care if he ever improved.
He found out why this was on the day that he and Urameshi got into a fight just outside of the school. Several teachers had rushed outside, yelling for the "little punks" to break it up. The way they said the word punk caught Kuwabara off his guard. When he'd decided to become the biggest punk at Sarayashiki, he'd thought it would be an achievement to be proud of. It had never occurred to him that it was a choice that others might look down on, and he hadn't known all the stereotypes that went with it.
They don't care if I learn what they're teaching? Fine. I don't care either.
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