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139 Dreams ☁ 16th Dream {Useless – Koutarou & Tsuna 1/2}

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Useless
☁Koutarou Sasaki & Tsunayoshi Sawada¹☁


“Are we there yet?” You groaned, dragging your feet across the pavement of the sidewalk.

Tsuna sighed, glancing at you. “No, not yet.”

“How long have we been walkin’ anyway?” You questioned, hiking up your book bag before it could fully slide off your shoulder.

“About fifteen minutes or so.” He mused, doing the same to his own bag. “We should be there soon.”

Sure enough, only seven minutes later, you reached Bando High School where your math tutor was waiting for you both. It was late in the afternoon, and most of the students had already left – minus the few who stayed behind for club activities. The sun was low on the horizon, setting off the sky with hues of oranges and reds, and even a few traces of purple.

“Where are we supposed to meet this guy?” Tsuna asked, looking back and forth across the school grounds.

You ignored his question, heading towards the football field. The younger male followed suit, his brown eyes blinking curiously at the group of high schoolers that were practicing on the field.

“The… football field?”

“The guy tutoring us is a member of the Bando Spider’s American football team.” You glanced at him before looking back at the field.

“S-Seriously?” Tsuna couldn’t believe that a football player would be the one tutoring them. It was hard to believe that a jock would be smart enough; but that stereotype was blown out of the water long ago when Deimon made it’s debut.

A pink haired male with a guitar was the first to notice you. He called out to another boy wearing the #99 Jersey who walked over a few minutes later, taking off his helmet to reveal a mess of spiky purple hair. He pulled something silver out of thin air. Being in the mafia (and being slightly paranoid), Tsuna let out a high pitched hiieee and took a few steps back, staring at the object in the male’s hand, which largely resembled a pocket knife. The purple haired male flicked his wrist, a click following.

Instead of a blade popping up, however, a comb appeared in it’s place. Raising it to his dark hair, he combed through it while striking an odd type of pose. “You’re very smart-looking! Student of Deimon High and student of Namimori Chuu.”

Tsuna nodded, staring at the comb in shock. “H-Hai.”

“Ah! I remember you!” The male grinned, moving closer to you. “You were there when I visited Deimon awhile back.”

You blinked, the memory floating to the surface of your mind. “Oh, yeah. The Grease Spider.”

“G-Grease Spider!?” He fumed, a vein of anger appearing on the back of his head.

You ignored both him and the pink haired male, who let out a chuckle of amusement at your words. “Can we get this over with?”

The boy composed himself, combing through his hair once again. “I should start by introducing myself. I am the #1 kicker in all of Japan, Sasaki Koutarou of the Bando Spiders!”

“….”

Hearing no response, Koutarou opened his eyes. An outline appeared where the two previously stood, blinking three times before disappearing. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” He yelled, following after you. He stopped when you turned around to face him, eyes narrowed in a glare and a scowl set on your face.

“Look, Grease Spider. I don’t care who you are or what you do. I just want to get this over with as soon as possible, savvy?”

Koutarou stared at your back as you walked into the school building. He wasn’t sure how to feel or react, but he definately did not like your attitude. How did he ever get caught in such an un-smart situation?

“S-Sorry about that.”

Koutarou moved his dark eyes to the younger male who shifted nervously under his gaze, staring down at his shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world. Was this boy intimidated by the kicker?

“She’s really bad at math… everyone always says it’s a miracle that she’s made it into her second year of high school with her math grades as low as they are. It feels kind of… pointless to her, so she isn’t too happy about it.” He looked up, mistaking the older male’s curious expression for one of disappointment. “D-Don’t get me wrong! It’s not that she hasn’t tried! She’s tried really hard for years, but she just couldn’t get it down, so she eventually gave up.”

“Then why am I here?” Koutarou mused, looking down at the brown haired male.

“You’re her last hope. The teachers say she won’t graduate if she doesn’t bring up her grades. She doesn’t seem to care, but my mother does.”

Koutarou stared after Tsuna as he ran to catch up with you, the words he had spoken still lingering in the air. “Yosh! I’ll prove how smart I am by teaching this un-teachable girl to do math!”

✖♱✖

You and Tsuna entered Koutarou’s homeroom class, as he had asked, and pushed two of the desks together before sitting down. Koutarou took a chair and placed it in front of the two desks, sitting in it backwards with his arms propped up on the back of it.

“Since you’re in high school,” he pointed at you, “and you’re in middle school,” he motioned towards Tsuna, “both of your work will be different.”

You scoffed, looking to the side and muttering Genius under your breath.

He glared at you but said nothing on the comment. “We’ll start with the hardest first.”

You let out a groan as he stared at you expectantly. With a sigh, you pulled your math book out of your bag, dropping it onto the desk with a scowl.

Koutarou brought the book closer, opening it to the right page and looking over the homework that was due tomorrow. “I want to see how far you are. Can you solve this problem?” Grabbing your notebook, he opened to a blank page and wrote down the problem on the sheet before sliding the book back to you.

You looked at it blankly before your eyes narrowed in a glare.

5(-3x – 2) – x – 3) = -4(4x + 5) + 13

“Can you solve it?” he asked after a few minutes of watching you attempt to catch the paper on fire with your glare. He ran his comb through his hair, his eyes watching you carefully.

Your eye twitched as you attempted to contain your anger. “This… is completely… useless. Who the hell needs to know stupid shit like that in every day life?!”

“You have to learn it to pass.” He responded, grabbing the paper back from you and beginning to explain how to solve it.

With every word that left his mouth, you felt your restraint slipping little by little. Your annoyance levels were raising at a rapid pace and you could feel your fists clenching.

“You’re a smart-looking person! You should be able to figure this out, it’s an easy math problem!” He complained, trying to regain your attention.

“Easy? Easy!? This is not easy math! It’s bang-your-head-against-the-wall-until-it-bleeds math!” You growled, slamming your palms onto the desk.

He scowled. “That’s so un-smart.”

Tsuna called your name softly, gripping onto your shoulder and trying to calm you down – it did nothing, as your anger had already reached its peak.

“Math. Is. Useless!” You growled, picking up the thick book before throwing it at the unsuspecting purple haired male. It hit him dead in the face, sending him flying off the chair and onto the tiled floor. He sat on the ground, knees bent and eyes closed. One hand was held to his face while the other was flat on the floor to hold him up. Small, owww sounds slipped from his lips accompanied by a few groans.

Tsuna scolded you, rushing over to Koutarou. “Are you okay, Sasaki-san?”

You blinked in surprise before your lips curled up into a grin. “I’ll be damned… I just found an actual use for math books!”

Tsuna and Koutarou stared at you blankly.

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