teach thee the ways. [closed]

[soulburned]

CHARACTERS: soulburned and destined_to.
LOCATION/SETTING: Library.
DATE & TIME: Post-Monday classes, June 20th.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: In which one classmate helps another with Literature homework.

Comments

[destined_to]

Guts wasn't scared of anything. He'd face a lot of shit in his life. On the streets or in his home, there was nothing that could tear him down no matter how life tried. Sure, he'd cried, he'd been hurt, but he was always the one who remained standing in the end.

So the fact that he had wasted five minutes circling the library door was rather disconcerting--No, it was fucking embarrassing. It was a paper. An inanimate object that couldn't fight back, and yet Guts wanted no part of it! Even if he had read the whole book, the essay was the hard part! Ugh, why the hell did it matter how you extrapolated information from a retarded book with meaning, and feelings, and symbols, bitch bitch bitch!

Naoto's probably already waiting in there...

Man, he was losing nerve to a girl here! Well, since the doorknob refused to wither under his glare, the senior had no excuse but to enter and get this horrible, torturous event over with. Steeling himself with a grunt and a frown, Guts entered the library behind another student and slipped his way through the quiet rooms with a glare that moved all out of his way.

She wasn't hard to find since they always sat in the same spot. Guts almost hoped she had forgotten, but nope. She was dependable, God help him. Pulling his bag off his shoulder, he dropped it on the table without apology and sat down. He stared at Naoto as if they were about to engage in war--Actually, that would have been a whole lot more fun. That would put a smile on his face. This...

"Well, let's get this shit started, goddamnit," he did his best to whisper. It still sounded the same despite his best efforts. The book--or the play as his teacher kept reminding him--A Doll's House was pulled out regrettably and the pain began.

"I'm jes gonna tell you now: I didn't read this. I kinda listened when people talked about some shit about it during class--" when he actually went to class, "--but... yeah..."

[soulburned]

Naoto would have laughed at his appearance, but she simply smiled in greeting. Perhaps the regular person who hadn't met him under other circumstances would have felt insulted or even scared (a higher possibility) by the clutter of his bags or the grooves of his scowl, but she understood his temper. Enough to tolerate it, anyway, considering this had been a routine for the past couple years. Those days of scolding him for an improvement in his disposition were over and now it was just a session between friends.

"No problem," she said softly, her tone knowing, and passed him a stapled set of printer paper, size 10 paragraphs in cambria pressed upon it with highlights and hand-written notes. "Here is a summary I already printed out for myself, but try to read through it and then I'll explain what happened in the play more thoroughly."

A method she hoped would enthuse Guts into reading the play for himself, especially since it isn't excruciatingly long, but she did not hold her breath. Instead, she pulled out her hand-written rought draft to work on while he read.