☆ DOE EYED | kasamatsu
Despite how easily most things came to him (fingertips teasing the corners of perfection), academics was, unfortunately, not one of them. Kise handled his grades with the same sort of carelessness that carried him through life—gracefully and with little resistance—and, were he as naturally adept at studying as he seemed to be at everything else, this would have been a breeze.
However, the reality of it all was that he was embarrassingly bad at wrapping his head around the concepts force fed to him day after day, in classes he occasionally nodded off in. The even harsher reality was the daunting idea of academic probation hanging over his head, like the slice of a guillotine
—which happens to be the cause of Kise being forcefully, and unfairly might he add, cornered into the library. Kasamatsu sits opposite him, managing to look exceptionally disappointed, with various textbooks and previous tests surrounding him like a force field. In a fit of what he presumes is academic prejudice, Kise slumps over the table with an easy sort of grace and a tinge of a whine in his voice.
"It’s not fair, though! I should be cut some slack, right? I’m a really busy person, after all!"
Kasamatsu sees Kise's crash coming with perfect visibility from miles away. It starts the same way it always starts: with a fidget, a barely there twitch of his fingers that soon expands into a full body movement complete with sound effects in exaggerated sighs and the whine that begins somewhere in the back of Kise's throat and builds until it gains enough momentum to come barreling out in a spill of vain complaints.
He's prepared when Kise finally slumps, already sliding Kise's worksheet out of the fall zone to spare it needless wrinkles, and disappointedly noting that this isn't even breaking a new record.
"Everyone is busy, Kise." Kasamatsu replies on automatic - a variation of the same argument they've had a million times before. "You don't deserve special treatment just because you're...." His brows furrow behind the wall of the textbook, lowered a moment later, "....you."
The air rings with a resounding clap as the worksheet is cracked down upon the table, near enough to Kise's ear to risk a paper cut. "And you're going to find yourself a lot less busy if you can't pass your classes; I won't have someone who can't keep up with academics on my team." He raises an eyebrow, expression otherwise bland, "Maybe you'll have better luck with Akashi."
