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In the next two days, Takashi received absolutely no contact from Sato.
Sometimes, he found himself staring at his phone, waiting for the incoming text, before he slapped himself and told himself to stop being so pathetic and desperate. It's because I need a tutor ASAP, Takashi convinced himself. So Sato not doing anything is negatively impacting me.
Takashi made a vehement effort to stop staring at his lockscreen. Most importantly, doing so would put Takashi in a position where he was waiting on someone else -- he knew his father would turn his nose up at such an action, and tell Takashi patronizingly that Kanayamas were at the top of the food chain, and that people waited on them.
Also, waiting for a text so attentively was just desperate and uncool. Of course, Takashi's father's viewpoint on the situation would matter a lot more than what his teenage peers thought, but Takashi definitely took the latter into consideration.
On the end of the second day, Takashi received a phone call and promptly ignored it. He didn't answer calls from unknown numbers -- he learned not to when he was young. Once, Rina had an obsessive fanboy who tracked her number through the records of the phone company he worked at. The aftermath was not pretty; Rina had answered the number, confirmed it was her, then hung up. Immediately after, the fanboy -- stalker -- tried to hack into her phone, and later, all Kanayama technology. Of course, being the exceedingly competent Kanayamas, the fanboy didn't get very far and was promptly caught and arrested, but the incident still left an imprint on Takashi's mind.
Takashi doubted he had some obsessive fanboy or fangirl who would look for his number through phone company catalogues -- sure, he was popular, but only in school. Rina's name had appeared on headlines before her fanboy started his obsession; the most Takashi did was very occasionally land in tabloids. Still, one could never be too safe.
When the phone rang for the second time, Takashi had glanced at it hesitatingly. Maybe he should answer it -- what if the person on the line needed help, typed in the wrong number, and thought that the person on the other side was ignoring them? Takashi had to clear things up if that was what happened.
Finally, on the third ring, Takashi just decided to go for it and pick up the phone. "Hello?" His tone was crisp and polite, with just enough warmth in it to seem friendly, but not too intrusive. Takashi may have fallen short on literally every other standard his father set for him, but at least he was good at communication.
Sometimes, he found himself staring at his phone, waiting for the incoming text, before he slapped himself and told himself to stop being so pathetic and desperate. It's because I need a tutor ASAP, Takashi convinced himself. So Sato not doing anything is negatively impacting me.
Takashi made a vehement effort to stop staring at his lockscreen. Most importantly, doing so would put Takashi in a position where he was waiting on someone else -- he knew his father would turn his nose up at such an action, and tell Takashi patronizingly that Kanayamas were at the top of the food chain, and that people waited on them.
Also, waiting for a text so attentively was just desperate and uncool. Of course, Takashi's father's viewpoint on the situation would matter a lot more than what his teenage peers thought, but Takashi definitely took the latter into consideration.
On the end of the second day, Takashi received a phone call and promptly ignored it. He didn't answer calls from unknown numbers -- he learned not to when he was young. Once, Rina had an obsessive fanboy who tracked her number through the records of the phone company he worked at. The aftermath was not pretty; Rina had answered the number, confirmed it was her, then hung up. Immediately after, the fanboy -- stalker -- tried to hack into her phone, and later, all Kanayama technology. Of course, being the exceedingly competent Kanayamas, the fanboy didn't get very far and was promptly caught and arrested, but the incident still left an imprint on Takashi's mind.
Takashi doubted he had some obsessive fanboy or fangirl who would look for his number through phone company catalogues -- sure, he was popular, but only in school. Rina's name had appeared on headlines before her fanboy started his obsession; the most Takashi did was very occasionally land in tabloids. Still, one could never be too safe.
When the phone rang for the second time, Takashi had glanced at it hesitatingly. Maybe he should answer it -- what if the person on the line needed help, typed in the wrong number, and thought that the person on the other side was ignoring them? Takashi had to clear things up if that was what happened.
Finally, on the third ring, Takashi just decided to go for it and pick up the phone. "Hello?" His tone was crisp and polite, with just enough warmth in it to seem friendly, but not too intrusive. Takashi may have fallen short on literally every other standard his father set for him, but at least he was good at communication.