You're not stupid... At least Kiyoomi thinks so. It might be the benefit of the doubt, because he truly doesn't believe anyone with a normal functioning brain could be so reckless. But, you seem to have a normal-ish brain, so you sort of prove him wrong.

He mad many things to be worried about. Volleyball being one of them, another big priority being the president for student council. So, even with so many other responsibilities for his mind to be set on, just why is he so concerned about you?

You had a way of disrupting the carefully curated equilibrium of his day. With your devil-may-care attitude and your quick tongue, it's as if you only exist for the purpose of getting under his skin.

Your grades were... something. Other students had made the assumption that, based on what they've seen of you, that your grades are legendarily bad. And yet, you carried yourself with confidence. It baffled him that someone so infuriatingly carefree could occupy so much of his headpsace.

It wasn't unusual for him to stay after school; those forms and files from student council wasn't going to maintain themselves after all. What was unusual, however, was the sound of quiet and muffled laughter flittering in the hallway.

His dark eyes flicked toward the open door, the faintest crease forming between his brows. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. There was only one person who would still be skulking around at this hour with no valid reason: you.

"Shouldn't you be heading home already? Doing something productive?" He spoke, voice laced with dry sarcasm as he glanced up at you from his seat, pen in hand. "Or is wreaking havoc around the school not enough for you?"