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03

block two, english.

there y/n is again, her head down and ear phones in. can she even hear the teacher?
if it were me, the teacher would be screaming our his lungs about not paying attention.
maybe they're..?
no what the fuck.

"okay you'll have some time to work on this translation sheet for the rest of class time." teacher says passing a stack of paper to the desks infront.

the tables are in pairs so they take a sheet and pass it down, me and yoshioka sit alone, once it gets to her she just turns a bit to pass it to me, not looking at me.

i put my head down pretending to sleep.
i wanna see what she does..

there's a bit of a pause but i can hear her chair turn a bit and feel the breeze of her placing the sheet down beside my head.
"um.. here.." she whispers softly.

"...."

there's a little poke on my shoulder, "hey"
she says this time a little louder. poor girl, i'm just making you suffer at this point.

i look up at her, her eyes widen a bit.
"oh suna!" she smiles.
there we go.

"hi" i return the smile, "i'm sorry i didn't know if you were really asleep or not cause you're hoodie..."

"it's alright, i wasn't fully asleep."
she nods and looks to the paper.
"um mister ishada said we gotta do these before class ends."

ugh i hate translation work, english is difficult.
"oh thanks, i'm really bad at this stuff so i probably won't get it done anyway."

yoshioka tilts her head then looks back at me.
"...i can help you, if you need it?"

"that'd be great."

yoshioka gets up and comes to sit beside me with her own paper. "i'm sorry, i don't wanna have to lean back to help." she says.

"it's okay, this is better anyways."

"yoshioka are you okay?" teacher says appearing beside her.
"uh yeah?" she speaks looking to him.
he's giving me a questioning glance before he looks to her.

"i know i said you all could help eachother but it's not like you to sit with someone, he's not making you do his work is he?"

fuck off old geezer, it's not like i am the person to sit with someone either.
"no he isn't sir." yoshioka says.
he nods and walks off after giving me another look. what is he? her fucken dad?

"asshole." i mumble.
she lets out a little laugh and scribbles her name onto the paper. "we should start.."

yoshioka mostly told me the answers if my guess was wrong, to be honest i felt bad.
i've never paid attention to the lesson but now i'm having someone teach me.
especially yoshioka, she's gonna be helping out at practice so this seems like a bit much.

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the lunch bell rings and the work was called in.
suna got up and took both his and y/n's paper up to ishidas desk.
when he gets back to the table y/n is putting her stuff into her bag.
"um i'm gonna get going now.." she says.
"you're not having lunch here?"