[ Sonico is almost out of the door when she hears Yujiro call for her. She pauses by the exit, glancing sheepishly over her shoulder at him… of course, she could pretend she hadn't heard him and leave — the door's right there, and Sonico is more tempted to make a break for it than she'd like to admit. But she knew that would do more harm than good; if he was her professor, she couldn't just avoid him forever.
With her heart beating fast, her pulse skyrocketing to a ridiculous pace the closer she became, Sonico smiles weakly as she stood in front of his desk in an attempt to feign that she was completely unfazed by the fact that her literal online situation-ship was only a foot away. Does he suspect anything? Did he know? Sonico tries to remain still, but eventually started to fidget in place under the weight of awkwardness. ]
Y-Yes, Takahashi-san? Is… something wrong?
[ Her eyes flit to the desktop, zeroing in on her messily scrawled writing, every answer in the wrong place on a paper she barely remembered finishing. Right — the assignment, of course. He hasn't figured anything out about her identity and was simply doing his job, and Sonico had singled herself out as a problem student on his first day!
At least he wasn't the type of professor that went out of their way to embarrass or mock their students, and only when the last of her classmates were out of the door and they were left alone does Yujiro finally confirm what Sonico feared. Nervously, Sonico averts her gaze, sheepishly rubbing her arm. ]
I-I just… [ Swallowing the growing lump in her throat, Sonico anxiously glanced back at her paper; where she had filled in the blanks with her answers, she had somehow given the correct answers for problems they did not belong to. She needed an excuse… confessing to him that she was his dating app not-girlfriend was out of the question — he'd probably think she was crazy. Besides, he was on the job; it'd be completely unprofessional! ] S-Sorry, Takahashi-san. I'm… I'm feeling a little under the weather, as all. Thank you for being kind enough to n-not fail me. I've had a migraine all day and… it's really hard to focus.
[ She felt guilty for lying as soon as her words came out of her mouth, but it had to be done. Sonico shouldered her bag, the blush on her cheeks deepening to a beet red. ]
I-I can redo the assignment properly i-if you like.
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With her heart beating fast, her pulse skyrocketing to a ridiculous pace the closer she became, Sonico smiles weakly as she stood in front of his desk in an attempt to feign that she was completely unfazed by the fact that her literal online situation-ship was only a foot away. Does he suspect anything? Did he know? Sonico tries to remain still, but eventually started to fidget in place under the weight of awkwardness. ]
Y-Yes, Takahashi-san? Is… something wrong?
[ Her eyes flit to the desktop, zeroing in on her messily scrawled writing, every answer in the wrong place on a paper she barely remembered finishing. Right — the assignment, of course. He hasn't figured anything out about her identity and was simply doing his job, and Sonico had singled herself out as a problem student on his first day!
At least he wasn't the type of professor that went out of their way to embarrass or mock their students, and only when the last of her classmates were out of the door and they were left alone does Yujiro finally confirm what Sonico feared. Nervously, Sonico averts her gaze, sheepishly rubbing her arm. ]
I-I just… [ Swallowing the growing lump in her throat, Sonico anxiously glanced back at her paper; where she had filled in the blanks with her answers, she had somehow given the correct answers for problems they did not belong to. She needed an excuse… confessing to him that she was his dating app not-girlfriend was out of the question — he'd probably think she was crazy. Besides, he was on the job; it'd be completely unprofessional! ] S-Sorry, Takahashi-san. I'm… I'm feeling a little under the weather, as all. Thank you for being kind enough to n-not fail me. I've had a migraine all day and… it's really hard to focus.
[ She felt guilty for lying as soon as her words came out of her mouth, but it had to be done. Sonico shouldered her bag, the blush on her cheeks deepening to a beet red. ]
I-I can redo the assignment properly i-if you like.