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japan//kiku

studying japanese

i'm sorry this is so short and bad!!!

i tried my best at the accent. sorry if it's awful.

~translations~
kuso = fuck
naze = why

"okay, (y/n), what does this say?"
"hm..."

I stared blankly at the paper. I had absolutely no clue what it said, it just looked like scribbles.

犬は茶色です

fuck.

"Inu wa shirodesu? the dog is white?" I guessed.

"you are close. it says the dog is brown. you're getting better, (y/n)." my tutor, or should I say tormentor, complimented.

I'm a transfer student from (home country) studying in japan. the thing is, when I got here I didn't know a single word in the national language. you would think that someone preparing for months to go to a new country they've never been to would have the common sense to learn at least a couple phrases, right? well, it completely slipped my mind somehow. when I got to the new school, I met Honda Kiku who offered to help me learn the native tongue. my now only friend was an almost full-time tutor for me. I couldn't thank him enough for doing this for me, but sometimes he was a bit irritating.

"arright! pop quizu!" he shouted.

point proven.

"are you serious, kiku?"
"compretry."

I slammed my head on the desk in front of me.

"(y/n), don't be so dramatic. you'rr roose brain cells." kiku warned in his usual, more serious tone. "what brain cells?" I muttered into the wood. "the ones... in your brain?" I turn to the japanese boy, head still connected to the table. "really?" I spit in a sarcastic tone, rolling my eyes.

I sit up with a distasteful expression, arms folded and leaned back into the less than comfortable chair. I watched kiku from my peripherals, his back was arched to his right and digging through his bag. not five seconds later, he slid a half-sheet of paper onto the desk we were sharing. as he brought his spine to a straight position, I noticed a visible reddening in his cheek area. looking back through the day, it had been a slight tinge of the red hue since I saw him this morning. I assumed it was from the recent heat wave, but why would the color flare up just now?

"it's onry one question. there is no right answer, it's an opinionated question," he explained, sliding the paper to me.

my eyes gazed over the white sheet.

"いつか私と一緒にデートに行きたいですか？
はい                 いいえ"

I was thoroughly confused. I don't think I have ever seen these characters before. the only ones I recognized were the answers at the bottom. "yes" to the left and "no" to the right.

"choose your answer to the question. I'm going to the bathroom, so don't cheat. I expect you wirr be done by the time I'm back." and with that, kiku got up and left the room.

well, I am totally fucked.

~kiku's pov~

I quickly walked to the bathroom, and as soon as I reached my destination I locked the door behind me.

I sank to the floor.

"kuso, kuso, kuso, kuso, kuso..." I muttered to myself, gripping my hair. why did I even try to do this? I never listen to francis! why did I decide to now?

I brought myself up to the large mirror in front of me. I was sweating like a waterfall, and my face was redder than feliciano's pasta sauce.

"naze..." I whispered, dipping my upper half to hang over the sink.

~reader's pov again lol~

I massaged my temples with two fingers, staring at the paper in front of me.

"I can't fucking do this," I muttered.

my ears twitched at the sound of a door opening.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I had to choose an option, fast. so, I quickly circled the left answer; hoping I didn't just say I was a serial killer or something.

"I'm back. are you done?" kiku's voice rang. I turned in absolute horror, expecting a stern expression from the boy. surprisingly, his blush had darkened, and his skin was slightly damp. would it be strange to say he looked oddly cute like that?

"y-yes, kiku." I stuttered.

he silently walked back to his seat to the right of me to take a look at the paper. his eyes brightened, and his lips parted slightly.

"r-rearry? you want to?"

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I just nodded.

"wow, I didn't think you would say yes." his face darkened even more, if that was even possible. he sat up straight, and turned to me. "thank you, (y/n)." and there shone the brightest smile known to mankind.

what the fuck did I just say yes to?

"uh... yeah! you're uh, you're welcome." I rubbed my neck, nervously.

"I'll talk to your rater about detairs! I have to go though." he gathered his things quickly and began to leave the room.

"okay, talk to you later I guess," I muttered. he trotted happily away.

turning again to the desk, I see he left the "pop quiz" on it. out of curiosity, I whipped out my phone and pulled up google translate.

Japanese
いつか私と一緒にデートに行きたいですか？
English
would you like to go out on a date with me sometime?

I stared blankly at the glowing screen for about two minutes before it actually sank in.

"HOLY SHIT!"