. . . kuroo tetsurou. the seven stages of taking an important exam.
if you were to ask tetsurou if he studied for the upcoming finals, he’d simply shrug and say, “no, i didn’t.”
“really?” you say, tilting your head to the side with a thoughtful finger on your cheek. “you must’ve studied hard during our classes, then.” you smile, nodding to your words.
“ah, maybe,” he sheepishly replies, and unknowingly, an unsettling feeling of anxiousness blossoms in his chest.
it is the truth and nothing but the truth; tetsurou did not study. he did not study, and now he’s absolutely going to fluke the finals.
two. borrow your classmate’s notes.
“y/n,” he pleads, shaking you back and forth. “please, can i borrow your notes?” the worry and uneasiness are evident on his features, and you even noted how his usual bedhead that was pointing upwards is now drooping quite a bit, surprisingly mirroring his mood.
“stop shaking me!” you wobbly say, and he immediately stops. “i feel like everything i learned is now jumbled in my head,” you huff, shaking your head.
“please, please.” tetsurou gives you those pleading eyes, a technique he always used to get what he needed. “i promise to treat you to something after exams; come on.” he promises, holding out his pinky finger toward you.
it’s silly, he knows, but it’s something he’ll hold dearly, both to reassure you and him of his word.
you sigh, smiling a little. “alright, alright.”
three. desparately cram the information into your head.
“so, x should be equal to 4.76, meaning that they used the—“ tetsurou said to himself, doing the computations in his mind. “ack! what formula did we use to get this answer again?”
you decided to help him. “the first formula we learned?”
he nods with an affirmative sound. “yeah! that one, thanks y/n,” he says, skimming through the process, turning from page to page.
“fuck, nothing’s sticking to my head.” tetsurou cried, slumping against his desk.
four. take the exam with thoughts and prayers as the only thing to keep you grounded.
tetsurou stares at the paper that lies peacefully on his desk. he’s just staring at the paper, then he glances around the classroom, noting how everyone was already getting started, and here he was, having a staring contest with his exam paper.
he sighs, picking up his pencil and extra paper. “may doraemon guide me through this,” he murmurs, as he too begins to answer the questions he lacks preparedness for.
five. the blame to reason.
after the exam, tetsurou was dead silent.
he just slumped against his seat, pondering his life choices.
“you ok?” you ask, extending a small chocolate pastry to his mouth, which he dejectedly accepted. “i’m sure you didn’t do too bad, y’know?” you try to lighten his mood. “you excel in calculus, so i wouldn’t worry too much about how well you did.”
“you don’ undershtand, y/n!” he tells you, though his words were muffled as he continued to eat. “my mind went blank halfway through the exam and i was just like—“ he went completely still, eyes wide, eyebrows raised, and staring at his empty desk, mimicking what he did earlier, “it was so horrible, i can’t.”
you nod in understanding.
“agh, i was so caught up with everything else that i completely forgot to study,” he whines. “do you think our teacher offers remedial classes?”
six. our short-awaited acceptance stage.
“you seem to be in a much lighter mood now,” you say, walking with tetsurou toward the train station.
“mhm.” he nods with his signature grin, “grades won’t define me. i’ll just have to put in much more effort in our written tasks and extracurricular activities.”
“that isn’t what you said earlier, though,” you point out, smiling. “you literally said, and i quote: ‘how am i going to get a job? college won’t even accept me if i fail!’ that’s what you said, no?” you tease.
“hush!” he shushes you with a playful pout, his arms crossed over his chest. “grades won’t define me, but if it’s outstanding...” tetsurou trails off, giggling to himself. “why not, eh?” he jokes, and you laugh at that.
seven. miraculously pass your exams.
tetsurou lets out a ridiculously loud gasp, his hands shaking as he sees his score the next day. judging by his reaction, one could assume that he had failed, but no, he was smiling like an idiot as he nodded happily to himself.
“what’d you get?” you can’t help but ask, curious.
“96! you?” he replies, elated.
“97,” you answer with a hum. “told you you could do it.”
tetsurou agrees with your words. “thanks, y/n.”
though he managed to pass this exam with flying colors, he’ll be sure to study for the next one thoroughly. he can’t always cling to luck and his helpful friends, no?
he also didn’t want to go through the first six stages of taking an important exam ever again; it was nerve-wracking.
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