𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟞𝟠: 𝕥𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

as always, as always.

just like every other day, you migrated quickly through the classes of the day.

and just like every other day, you passed through the campus of kyoto uni. ('passed' might not be the right word. you were really mindless hurrying through campus to make it to each of your classes.)

as easily as routines slip from your hectic life, it seemed that another one has finally fallen into place. ironic, in your opinion, but it's true.

well, you really hoped that it was true, at least.

because it's become a routine to be normal again.

to be no longer consumed by pain and annoyance from months—and even years—prior... their disappearance has become routine.

you sighed as you walked towards your last class of the day.

it's also become routine for days to feel as long as years.

✰

"you're y/n, right?"

you perked up at the unknown voice.

and you blinked at the unfamiliar boy who stood in front of you. a boy with ash blonde hair with dark grey tips. and semi-tall.

something about him reminded you about someone from karasuno you've met long ago. you weren't sure what it was.

and also, something else about him radiated pretty setter vibes.

"hi?" you greeted slowly. "i'm y/n."

the boy nodded. "hi. i heard that you're the top of your class?"

"i—,"

you broke off, almost unsure of what to say.

no seriously, how do you reply in this situation? if someone came up and asked you that, what in the fuck do you say?

you paused before replying.

"yeah—yeah. i am," you said in a sure but confused tone. "is there a reason...?"

"yes," the boy hurried on. "i'm wondering if you're interested in being a tutor."

you blinked. "a what?"

a small trace of a smile appeared on the boy's face. "a tutor. you'd be assigned to one or two people over the period of a week to a couple of months."

you thought about it.

you did, really.

you debated it for a whole second in your mind.

and a single answer came to you.

"sorry," you shook your head. "i don't think i can. i've recently just got into a routine and i don't want to ruin it—,"

"you'll get paid," he interrupted you. "and i'm sure you can use the money to buy things you like..." he looked towards you. "like albums."

at that word, you looked up at the boy.

how did he—