01: the colour of spring.
the young male laid back against his chair, his slender fingers twirling around the cord of his earphones. it was probably the most he can do out of frustration. he pulls out his earphones eventually, and the silence in the library; deafening.
it was awfully rare for kaei to be this clueless, especially when it comes to studying. as the president of student affairs, the title he takes most pride in (as easy as he was able to be appointed as one), he’s a person who hates losing or being wrong, he thrived in everything he did ever since he was a child and of course, that ultimately contributed to his big ego. and well. after all, he’s karasuma kaei, he’s not supposed to struggle.. right? at least that’s what his father says. “you’re as perfect as you try to be. you’re simply not trying hard enough if you’re failing.”
“latin’s hard.” he mutters under his breath. it was unlike him to do so, but he figured he needed to clear his mind just for a little, resting his elbows on the table, threading his fingers together just so he’ll be able to rest his chin on his fists. stubborn gaze still fixed on his textbook, it refuses to break even when the boy knows the sight of him struggling is beginning to attract attention. to think his struggle is this much of an amusement to others, he does consider it an indirect compliment.
two classes. and he’s already falling behind-- to be fair it was only one question he’s struggling with and this whole episode is probably an overreaction. there’s just no way he’ll move on without solving this one question, though. as advised by many, skipping a question in order to not waste time would be the best way to deal with many situations in regards to studying or tests, examinations. but it just wasn’t his way of dealing with things. it’s only expected, as situations like this almost never happens, and there was no one he can blame but himself.
and one more thing, he’d rather DIE than ask for help. the thought was also no doubt an exaggeration.
it can’t be helped, and there was no one he could blame for his antisocial traits, he lived a pretty lonely childhood, there were playmates and acquaintances he met through his family’s businesses, but he’s unsure if there was anyone who came close to being a friend. although, growing up under his father’s strict principles did play a huge part in the way he deals with interactions. he’s grown up to be independent and frankly, he didn’t mind it at all. he likes being a step ahead of others, and he likes knowing he’s better than anyone else. at least in school. being the best here in seikei is the only way he can keep his sanity, knowing he’s never going to be good enough in his father’s eyes, and in a place called ‘home’.
‘i’m hungry.’ he thought, feeling his stomach grumble. maybe it’s time to leave for today, but, maybe not. not until the ominous presence behind his back who’s looking over his shoulder leaves first. ‘what the heck.’ kaei turns around to look at the stranger. oh--? an unfamiliar face.
now what the hell does this creep want.