very aware that he looked out of place in the library, or maybe it was just in this school, tokiya ducked behind a row of shelves, fingers tracing over the spines of old science books. all the students seemed to have such a pompous air to them, one he was familiar with, but held great disdain for all the same.
truthfully, he didn't want to be here at all. ever since he came back from france, he hadn't had an idea for his life. his father chose for him. so here he was. tailing the son of some company his father hated the president of and wasn't it that they were related to people in politics? all tokiya knew is that he had to pay this debt because he'd been threatened. after his father had gotten into the business, well, tokiya had been expected to follow in his footsteps, and naturally, when tokiya started to rebel, masahiro doubled down.
so he was meant to 'gather intel' on that karasuma guy. kaei, was it? of course, his father failed to mention that this guy was the president of student affairs, which tokiya found out quite promptly. and the worst part of it all was this karasuma guy was actually... handsome. a little bit nerdy, sure, but despite his rather fashionable looks (if he could brag a little) tokiya had his moments (... a lot of them). by some fate, the two of them happened to be in latin class together and tokiya had an easy in for this 'mission' business or whatever. the sooner that he got this over with the faster he could drop out and work on starting a business or becoming a pastry chef. maybe he'd start a band, that'd be a real fuck you to his father.
truthfully, he had been in the library of his own accord, so happening upon the president struggling was completely unplanned. after coming round the end of the science shelves, not having found anything of interest to him there (he was much more humanities-oriented, after all), he noticed the president poring over his textbooks. what better time? they were in the same class, after all. no sooner has he taken a step toward the guy before the air is stiff. tokiya mulls over approaching kaei for a second and his eyes glance toward the problem written in his notebook. before he can even think to stop himself, he's gone and blurted out the answer.
❝ oh, that there, it's third declension, so that's where you've gone wrong. ❞ he stops, scratching the back of his neck and shaking his head, ❝ sorry, i couldn’t help noticing. don't worry about it, though, the third declension's a bitch. ❞
he makes to leave with that comment, because correcting a stranger's homework, especially when they didn't ask for it was foolish of him. very inconspicuous. and he'd been creeping around? tokiya pulls on the collar of his shirt. that's it, he thinks. he'll go straight to his father and even dogeza if he has to. what does he know about gathering intel?
pinching the bridge of his nose, tokiya shakes his head, thinking, ❛ it's all such a hassle! after all of those meetings in gangnam you'd think he would haven given me a break. who does he take me for... ❜
