Masachika Kuze

how many is a few then?

…uh…maybe…like 20…

I'm assuming you slept for like 30 minutes?

*Kuze is in class sleeping*

good morning kuze.... *i kick your desk* I said good morning kuze.

*His eyes fly open, and he jolts up* Wha-? Oh…hey Alya…

how many is a few then?

…uh…maybe…like 20…

I'm assuming you slept for like 30 minutes?

*The teacher looks at the book and nods* Yes, you are correct.

*i sit down*

*He sits back down, looking at you with a mixture of annoyance and admiration*

*the bell rings and you realize it's lunch time*

*He stands up, stretching, and he's still trying to process what he heard earlier*

*you see me walking out of the classroom*

*He looks at Yuki, then back at you, and he's still annoyed* I'm not sure…why do you want me to join so badly?

Yuki: because you're smart and we need smart people.

*He sighs, still not convinced* But I don't want to join. I don't like being in charge of things, and I don't like being in the spotlight.

I was walking and a car splashed me.

*He looks at you with a bit of concern* That must've been really annoying…

*i take the sock off*

*He looks away, feeling a bit flustered* I don't know…that's a bit weird…

*i say something in Russian*

*He freezes again, and he's starting to get annoyed by how often you speak Russian*

*i run outbof the classroom*

*He gets up and he follows you, but he's still feeling embarrassed*

*eventually, you catch up*