God, for a what..

      akito looks at his phone screen and realizes: he’s late, “damn”       he runs into the school and tries to remember where the office he needs, in which the first class hour of the year is now in full swing.       a few minutes later he sees the treasured door and almost knocks it down, stopping. he attracts a bunch of new and some familiar glances, and then the teacher’s glance, which makes her dissatisfaction clear.       “ah, um, i’m sorry,” akito smiles softly and charmingly, trying to catch his breath from the fast run. she just adjusts her glasses and, grimacing her face with displeasure, returns to the teacher’s table, “so, let's continue. this year..”       all the attention of the classmates turned to the teacher’s monologue, and she herself was reading the prepared speech from the sheet, this means that.. you can finally take your own place, right?       akito, having assumed such an outcome of events, quickly slid into an empty seat. what was surprising was that it was not on the first desk. for this, the guy mentally said thank you to his classmates and lightly pressed his head on the table.       well, he doesn’t know how to calculate time, and what can he do about it? after so many years, it would have been possible to learn to leave the house at least 5 minutes earlier, but all the thoughts: “god, i’ll have time, what can i do?” are confused by adequate ones, and akito prefers to lie in bed.       “..as I already said,” she makes a special emphasis, glaring angrily at the red-haired guy, “you all will have curators..”       yeah, yeah, akito knew about this from the very beginning and this is the main advantage of studying in the first grade of high school. and he was informed by toya, his best friend who studies a grade higher. last year, his class was also supervised by students a year older.       the administration explained this by some kind of national project, and also by the fact that high school students need to consolidate the topics they have covered, so they will explain them to younger students for better immersion. nonsense, but no one canceled lessons with the teacher.       “in half an hour they will just come up and you can get to know them. I remind you,” she says again, as if for the especially gifted, turning her gaze to akito, who is generally looking at the landscape outside the window, “you will be able to choose someone with whom you feel comfortable working, but please also take into account their preferences. after all, this is done for the convenience of both you and them, for the successful passing of exams. so now you can get to know each other, i won’t burden you for now,” smiling, she took her place and began typing something on the computer.       akito looked around the class: some classmates had formed groups, some were getting to know someone else. it's just a chore, it's better to sleep. akito folded his hands comfortably under his head and closed his eyes, although he never managed to sleep. akito’s brain, without the knowledge of akito himself, was processing some of the girls’ conversations behind their backs about beautiful classmates and seniors and forcing him to pay attention.       akito's brain reacted with particular interest to one of these conversations,“oh, you can’t imagine what a handsome guy i saw in the hall this morning. i really hope he studies here, otherwise i won’t be able to find him. in general, he’s so handsome or something, he has a serious look, you know.. oh, he also has his hair dyed in a split, so dark blue on one side, and lighter on the other..       akito even raised his head, are they really talking about toya??       “...mm, i don’t know how else to describe him, but i’ll definitely take a photo of him and show it to you! he is very handsome..” the girl dreamily closed her eyes, as if recreating the appearance of this prince under her closed eyelids.       “according to your description and sighs, did you fall in love with him?” the second giggled at her friend, who blushed slightly.       fell in love, seriously? is it really possible to fall in love at first sight? they don’t even know what kind of person he is! “although, if i were a girl, i would fall in love with him and not regret it,” a thought flashed through akito’s head, “he’s so kind, calm, cheerful, he can grumble and smiles beautifully, his voice is pleasant, he himself is caring and...”       half an hour passed as - unnoticed in akito’s dreams, he even jumped at the teacher’s loud voice. she walked to the door, opening it and letting in a crowd of students.       akito found the blue top of his head in a second and chuckled slightly, straightening up in his chair. the fun begins. all that remains is to chop off everything for yourself before some lovestruck classmate takes it away. toya also quickly found him among the class and sent a light smile from the corner of his lips. Hearing a heavy sigh from the back desk, akito realized that the girls considered this a sign of attention to their persons.       “And he’s really handsome...” said the second one, giggling with her friend.       “We kindly ask you not to crowd and destroy everything in your path! calmly stood up and approached whomever they wanted, understand?”       “Yes,” inspired agreement descended on the teacher’s ears, and the next moment a typhoon swept through the class: everyone rushed towards the high school students who had just arrived, sorting out the ones they liked.       akito started first, but fell after taking two steps, and all because of poorly tied shoelaces. what a day! Having quickly tied the knot, he also quickly stood up, but saw the girls surrounding him.       “what a fuck?!” was the only thing that came out of shinonome’s mouth before he quickly walked towards his friend. a smile bloomed on his lips as he pushed through the circle of disgruntled ladies. akito took toya's hand in his and knelt in front of him. the girls looked at this performance in surprise, still not understanding what was happening, and toya only blushed a little, looking away, he knew perfectly well what would happen now.        “oh, venerable friedrich wilhelm abu louis aoyagi toya-kun, would you accept the offer of your servant akito shinonome to become his supervisor for the duration of the internship, and teach this fool everything you know?” akito looked up at the one whose face was as red as a tomato. shinonome grinned, that's not all, “or become my..       “SHINONOME!” the loud voice of the teacher shook even the desks in the classroom. apparently he fell out of favor with her from the very first day of school, “what are you allowing yourself to do? what inappropriate behavior! But this is only the first day!”       akito listened to this whole tirade, kneeling in front of toya, who now turned pale, “oh, sorry, i didn’t want to offend you in any way, but you yourself said that we should get to know our future curators, which is what i’m doing.”       “not this way!”       “and which one? i say right away, i will get back on my feet only after his consent,” the grin on akito’s face is shining.       “i agree!”       “agree to what? be my curator, or—“       “be a curator!” again toya didn’t let finish akito, ‘cause his face turned red again finish.       toya perfectly well know one of akito’s favorite jokes. well, it’s not mean like you should do that at school, after all!       “okay..,” teacher just shook her head. apparently this red-haired guy will be her new headache. ~~~~~~~~~~~*       finally everyone went off in pairs, some were embarrassed to start a conversation, while others were already communicating as if they had known each other for five years.       akito sat and wrote down another example in mathematics under the supervision of the stern toya. he has not yet recovered from the global shame that happened 15 minutes ago, and now shinonome is serving his sentence.             thoughts with an attempt to calculate an elementary example, but not 2+2, border on thoughts that are actively formed in the process of eavesdropping on girls from behind. toya as if he doesn’t hear at all. but classmate Shinonome was already all oohing and aahing to her friend about the guy’s beauty.       “toya-kun...” akito says uncertainly and quietly, raising his head from his desk and squinting his eyes towards aoyagi.       “write, idiot. and in general, you know how i feel now! shame, akito!” toya shouts in a whisper, feeling that otherwise he will not be able to endure complete immersion in shame. however, their conversation is perfectly audible to the neighboring classmates, including those girls who have already hung their ears to scout the situation.       “well, i didn’t do it on purpose..,       “akito, this is no longer on purpose! you’ll soon ask me to marry you in front of my parents!”       “oooh I haven’t seen them for a long time! will you invite me to visit?” he looks at toya coquettishly, blinking his eyes.       “you were literally there yesterday”      ”that was yesterday..,” he runs his finger along the desk, drawing some patterns, like an embarrassing junior high school girl, “and in fact, your parents weren’t there!”       the girl behind clearly choked on her saliva, and Akito just grinned.       “finish it already,” toya just rolls his eyes at the stupid conversation, about to start grumbling at the guy for shirking the exercise, when he realizes how ambiguous his words sounded. for a normal person - no, but akito will definitely speak out on this matter, “this is not—”       “can you help?” he turns to toya with a bright smile, but he just facepalms.       “god, for a what..?”