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XX Sato Jirou xx#836F6E
"Hey, Sato-san! Glad you could come," Kanayama says- again, sounding so fucking chipper.
Of course I fucking came, I don't have a death wish!
"How are you today? Is there anything you think we should start with? Anything besides English is fair game." Nevermind. I might have one by the end of this if he keeps this up.
Jirou forces down the voice in his head that really wants to just snap and tell Kanayama to cut the bullshit already. They both know that Jirou's only here because of blackmail. There's no point in sugar-coating that fact. It boils Jirou's blood that Kanayama keeps trying to act like some Saint.
He says nothing, shows nothing. He'll gain nothing from letting his emotions flow freely now.
"Well," Jirou says as he takes a seat. "It depends on which subjects you're struggling with. I need to figure out what you're worst at in order to determine the priorities in all this."
Jirou pulls out his textbooks, a sheet of grid paper, and a pencil, then turns back to Kanayama.
"If we're going to be efficient with your studying, I need to know the grades you absolutely have to improve, so that I can understand how much effort needs to be put into them. I'll also need you to go over what you do understand of each subject, so I know how much work this will be." Jirou forces back a smirk. "Is it fair to assume English is all you're good at?"
"Hey, Sato-san! Glad you could come," Kanayama says- again, sounding so fucking chipper.
Of course I fucking came, I don't have a death wish!
"How are you today? Is there anything you think we should start with? Anything besides English is fair game." Nevermind. I might have one by the end of this if he keeps this up.
Jirou forces down the voice in his head that really wants to just snap and tell Kanayama to cut the bullshit already. They both know that Jirou's only here because of blackmail. There's no point in sugar-coating that fact. It boils Jirou's blood that Kanayama keeps trying to act like some Saint.
He says nothing, shows nothing. He'll gain nothing from letting his emotions flow freely now.
"Well," Jirou says as he takes a seat. "It depends on which subjects you're struggling with. I need to figure out what you're worst at in order to determine the priorities in all this."
Jirou pulls out his textbooks, a sheet of grid paper, and a pencil, then turns back to Kanayama.
"If we're going to be efficient with your studying, I need to know the grades you absolutely have to improve, so that I can understand how much effort needs to be put into them. I'll also need you to go over what you do understand of each subject, so I know how much work this will be." Jirou forces back a smirk. "Is it fair to assume English is all you're good at?"