A Study Session to Remember
Author’s Note: 1.3k. Light swearing as always. Lots of big tests and projects are coming up for people, so this is just a very chill and calm, little mini fic of studying with Hanma. It’s Hanma x Y/n. I tried making Y/n gender neutral by using they/them. It maybe seems a little chunky for me, but hopefully it’s okay for others.
I listened to this playlist and this playlist while writing. They are my favorite relaxing playlists at the moment for background noise, so hopefully, if you decide to check them out, they can offer some calm. Good luck to everyone studying!
“Okay, so… if I did this… then that would mean I have to carry this number here… and then this cancels… and so… the answer would be… 22!” Y/n looked up from the study guide proudly, eyeing Hanma expectantly.
“Eeeeh.” Hanma mimicked a buzzard, and Y/n groaned, raising the back of their hand to feel the gentle “flick” of punishment for yet another wrong answer.
“What’s the answer? What did I do wrong?” Y/n wailed softly, careful to not wake up parents that were sleeping just down the hall.
“No idea.” Hanma shrugged. “I never got this far in math. But, I did get far enough in reading to know that the answer was supposed to be 35.”
“What the fuck?” Y/n whispered, looking back down at the study guide. Y/n stared and stared, but could not find where the mistake had occurred. Unless they were wrong from the very beginning, and used the wrong formula altogether… but no, this had to be the right formula, Ms. Collins had said… “I can’t figure it out.” Y/n breathed, their fingers pulling at their hair. “I… I can’t do this. The test is on Monday, I only have tonight and tomorrow to figure this out, get everything done, plus I still have other tests to study for and that presentation, and how the hell am I supposed to-” Y/n’s voice rose, growing more and more shaky.
“Stop.” Hanma held up both of his hands. “Pack your shit, let’s go.”
“Go where?” Y/n asked dully, not looking up at him. They could feel panic tears prickling at the corners of their eyes. They continued to stare at their review sheet. “I don’t have time to go anywhere, I need to focus, I need to-”
“You need to pack your shit. We’re going.” Hanma replied again firmly.
“My parents would freak if they discovered I was gone. They would never allow it.”
“Yeah, and I’m a ‘bad influence’ and am ‘not allowed back inside this house after I accidentally set off a firework inside’, remember? I’m not even supposed to be helping you study. Just say you went to a friend’s house, lie, I don’t care. But let’s go.” Hanma paused. Y/n’s head snapped upward to stare in horror at Hanma at the sound of a soft click. “Or I’ll burn everything.” The fire from Hanma’s lighter flickered in his eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare…” Y/n asked through narrow eyes. Hanma raised an eyebrow. Yes. Yes, he absolutely would, and Y/n had been working on all of this homework for days, and they could not afford for Hanma to burn it all, no matter how satisfactory it would be to watch. Y/n threw all their work into a bag, found some shoes, and stood up. “Where are we going?” They asked tiredly.
“Grab your bag, let’s go.” Hanma repeated, once again ignoring Y/n.
Several minutes and broken branches later, they were both standing by Hanma’s bike. “Here.” Hanma held out his helmet for Y/n to take. Y/n looked at him puzzled.
“Don’t you need that since you’re the driver?”
“Nope. I’m not the one with 5 tests and a presentation this week. You need your brain with all the insides put together and protected a lot more than I do right now, so wear the goddamn helmet, and let’s go.” Y/n put the helmet on with a roll of their eyes, and off they went, zigzagging through the cool night air.
A few minutes later found them waiting at a red light in front of a 7-11. Hanma looked at it in thought, and when the light turned green, drove into the parking lot. Without a word, he hopped off the bike, and went inside. He came back out with one full looking bag, handed it to Y/n, and off they continued.
Y/n’s mind was still fixated on all of their work. A test on Monday, test on Tuesday, a quiz and a test Wednesday, a presentation, a… Over and over again they repeated the memorized schedule. A test… Monday… test… Tuesday… a quiz… look at the stars.
With the roar of the bike never having sounded so gentle, Y/n rested their chin on Hanma’s back, gazing upwards. One arm cradled the plastic 7-11 bag, the other tightened ever so slightly on Hanma’s waist. At Y/n’s sigh, Hanma spared a quick glance back, saw the sense of peace finally reaching Y/n’s eyes, and started to steer the bike in a new direction.
Stars, traffic lights, headlights… they all flashed in a blur. Appearing too close, too bright… and then they were gone. Just like these stupid tests… maybe everything will be fine…
Hanma cleared his throat. “We’re here.” Y/n’s eyes returned to earth. Y/n looked around, confused.
“We’re at… school?”
“Yup, come on.” Hanma hopped off the bike, helped Y/n off, and casually strolled to the back of the building, hands buried deep in his pockets. Y/n nervously followed along.
“Hanmaaa,” Y/n whispered as Hanma started to mess with a window. “What are you doing?” Hanma continued to ignore Y/n. Finally, the window opened with a loud screech. Y/n jumped. Hanma lifted himself through the window, and when Y/n made to follow he held a hand up, and shut the window. Dude… what the fuck are you thinking, Hanma?
“Psst… Y/n! Over here!” Hanma waved at Y/n from a door a few feet away. Y/n made their way to Hanma, and resisted the urge to once again ask what the fuck they were doing. I’m just along for the ride, no matter where it leads. Instead, Y/n asked a different question.
“Hanma, how did you know that window would be unlocked?”
“Who do you think pranked the school last year by removing all the classroom number plaques? Who do you think put copies of their ass plastered all over the principal's windows?” Hanma smirked.
Y/n looked at him aghast. “No…”
Hanma shrugged. “It’s not like he could tell each student to pull their pants down so he could compare. Besides… My ass is pretty cute.” His smirk widened into a full on shit eating grin. Y/n rolled their eyes.
They stopped in front of Y/n’s math class. Hanma headed inside. He finally took the bag from Y/n, and layed out its contents. Y/n’s favorite mango drink. Hanma’s favorite coffee drink. A few onigiri. Various candies and chocolates. Two water bottles.
“To answer your persistent questions, yes, we are at the school, yes I’ve broken in here frequently. It is one of the places where I get the best sleep, so I come here when I can’t figure out where else to crash.” Hanma stated matter of factly. “You are stressing about your tests. You can’t remember things that you did well in class. So, here we are. We are in your classroom. Study here. Write on the board, walk around the room, remember how it was in class. You like to focus here, why not come back to study? Later, we can go to the room where your presentation will be. That way you’ll know what it feels like to speak at the front of the room. I can’t say I won’t fall asleep, but hey, at least you’ll be prepared to see that for your speech… On second thought, you’ll be fantastic, so no one will fall asleep during it.” Hanma winked at Y/n. “What do you say? We have drinks, fuel, … feel ready to start studying again?”
Y/n nodded. “Thank you.” They said, the words catching in their throat at the thoughtfulness Hanma had put into this little adventure.
Hanma held up his hands. “Don’t thank me yet. Thank me after you pass your tests.” After a moment he added, “I do like to be thanked in snacks…”
“And you will be.” Y/n sat now, newly invigorated, pulling out their study guides and textbooks. Hanma strolled over to the teacher’s desk, made himself comfy, and closed his eyes.
It was a productive night for the both of them.
