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[Team three] study time
Another angstshipping snippet
YGO, g-rated, very short
"It saved me from having to do this all alone, so don't worry about it," Ryou says as he carefully sets his textbook and notebook on the kitchen table. "And we can talk about which questions are confusing."
Rishid nods in agreement and starts getting his own study materials together.
Malik watches them both. It's a bit weird now to see Ryou slip back into formalities and politeness after he'd gotten used to the guy underneath all that bullshit. But this is the first time Ryou's hung out at Malik's house and also spent time with Rishid, so he's probably just nervous.
Malik unceremoniously drops his notebook onto the table, rattling everything with a loud thump. Maybe that'll break the stiff silence surrounding them.
"Whoops, slipped out of my fingers," he laughs. "My bad."
Rishid gives him a look that says he knows that was done on purpose. Malik's grin just grows.
They spend the next hour slowly working their way through the subject material, taking turns quizzing each other and explaining when there's confusion.
"You understand this all very well," Rishid says to Ryou when they finally finish up. "Are you pursuing financial business as a career?"
Ryou looks a bit sheepish as he shakes his head. "Ah, no. I'm not quite sure yet. I just picked business as my focus since it seemed pretty versatile. Good skills to have, you know."
Rishid nods in approval, and then glances over at Malik, like he's suddenly considering signing Malik up for extra classes.
"Well now that we're done, you wanna see my workshop?" Malik blurts out. Any excuse to get away before Rishid gets any ideas.
"Sure," Ryou says.
"I will start on dinner," Rishid announces, and pays them no attention as they both head outside.
"Welcome," Malik announces, gesturing widely after he opens the shed door. The light from outside illuminates all the tools and motorcycle parts scattered inside.
Ryou wrinkles his nose.
"It smells like motor oil in here."
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YGO, g-rated, very short
"It saved me from having to do this all alone, so don't worry about it," Ryou says as he carefully sets his textbook and notebook on the kitchen table. "And we can talk about which questions are confusing."
Rishid nods in agreement and starts getting his own study materials together.
Malik watches them both. It's a bit weird now to see Ryou slip back into formalities and politeness after he'd gotten used to the guy underneath all that bullshit. But this is the first time Ryou's hung out at Malik's house and also spent time with Rishid, so he's probably just nervous.
Malik unceremoniously drops his notebook onto the table, rattling everything with a loud thump. Maybe that'll break the stiff silence surrounding them.
"Whoops, slipped out of my fingers," he laughs. "My bad."
Rishid gives him a look that says he knows that was done on purpose. Malik's grin just grows.
They spend the next hour slowly working their way through the subject material, taking turns quizzing each other and explaining when there's confusion.
"You understand this all very well," Rishid says to Ryou when they finally finish up. "Are you pursuing financial business as a career?"
Ryou looks a bit sheepish as he shakes his head. "Ah, no. I'm not quite sure yet. I just picked business as my focus since it seemed pretty versatile. Good skills to have, you know."
Rishid nods in approval, and then glances over at Malik, like he's suddenly considering signing Malik up for extra classes.
"Well now that we're done, you wanna see my workshop?" Malik blurts out. Any excuse to get away before Rishid gets any ideas.
"Sure," Ryou says.
"I will start on dinner," Rishid announces, and pays them no attention as they both head outside.
"Welcome," Malik announces, gesturing widely after he opens the shed door. The light from outside illuminates all the tools and motorcycle parts scattered inside.
Ryou wrinkles his nose.
"It smells like motor oil in here."
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