motivation

"This is impossible!" You cried out as you throw both of your hands in the air, surprising everyone who are currently in the library. The boy in front of you merely sighed at your antics, seemingly unsurprised by your sudden outburst: after all, he had been expecting this ever since the two of you started studying together.

"Quiet down, we're in the library," he said, "Which part did you not get?"

"This, this, this, this, and this, andー"

The boy looked at you with an incredulous expression, "Isn't that everything?"

You clapped your hand, "That's it! That's what I meant, Gakushuu! I don't understand anything!"

Asano Gakushuu, the Student Council President, also your childhood friend, also the person who had to put up with your idiocy for years, sighed once again, "It's not impossible," he pointed out exasperatedly, "You just need to work harder."

"But I worked hard enough!" you huffed, "You're just impossibly smart, Gakushuu."

"No, I'm not," he chortled, but then you saw his expression darkening. You've just stepped on a landmine, that's for sure.

You need to turn this situation around: you'd never want to ever upset Gakushuu, after all. He's... quite a special person for you - though you'd never admit it to him. You and he are like two worlds apart, after all.

"I, uh... Oh, I know! I just lack motivation. You know, I barely ever get any gifts for my achievement!" you remarked - and sadly, that's the truth - trying to change the direction of the conversation, "I just need something that makes me go 'BOOM!', you know? I mean, not quite so much as a 'boom', but -"

The sound of his soft laughter stopped your flustered rambling. Seeing him laugh - perhaps for the first time in forever, you couldn't help but to let red taint your cheeks. He looked like an angel, that Gakushuu. He usually looked like one though, but some reason, this one looked genuine, unlike his usual facade.

"Then, I'll give you a gift," he said, as he closed the distance between you and him. As you were overtaken by surprise, you couldn't react as he kissed your lips, "How is it? Are you motivated yet?"

You couldn't help but to blush a million shades of red. Is he an angel, or a devil, exactly?