#this one isnt my best im sorry !! but i hope you still enjoy it eitherway :DD

[bunnies-and-blues]

Hello! If you've got the time, would it be possible to do more of the study session headcanons? I found em really cute (〃∀〃)ゞ if you don't mind I'd like to see mitsui in it too, thank you for taking the time to read this!

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : a different kind of training ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : when mitsui fails his exams and is faced with the threat of not being able to play in the team, he goes to you, the smartest student in class, for help . (and he discovers something about himself that he didn't know until now)

⸝⸝ note : i hope you don't mind that i made it a mitsui-centered drabble ! writing headcanons has been a bit hard for me lately </33 but i dont mind making a proper headcanon post if you wish !

mitsui groans in his seat and puts his head in his arms. his worksheets are a mess of scribbled formulas and doodles. "this is hopeless, y/n," he mutters, peering at your seat opposite his with a furrowed brow. the cafe was air-conditioned, but he feels hot and icky all over. and even more so when he takes in the way you move your organized notes around the table. slow and calm, like you haven't got a care in the world. and in a way, it was true -- you took the exams with the rest of the school and passed with flying colors. it was only mitsui along with the basketball team's troublemakers that are in this situation right now. at his words, you sigh and rest your cheek in your palm. "if you had just studied harder before, you wouldn't be in this situation." mitsui groans again, louder this time. his pencil rolls across the table and almost falls off if it weren't for you catching it. "hard to study when you're practicing from dawn to dusk everyday." at this, you lift one shoulder in agreement. "true," you chirp. "but now you have time, so you might as well take advantage of it." you pat his back with a firm hand. he groans again, before letting out a massive sigh and straightening in his seat. blearily, he rubs his eyes, already feeling the pressure. you look at him with a raised eyebrow and smile. "cheer up, mitsui-san," you say. "you've done okay in most subjects, you just need to focus on the ones you're struggling with; that's math, science, and english -- that's only three out of seven subjects! "besides, is there anything sharpshooter mitsui hisashi can't do?" mitsui cocks an eyebrow, stares at you. then he scoffs. "you really know how to get my attention, don't you?" you shrug. there's a twinkle in your eye as you did. "just giving you some inspiration." he narrows his eyes, but he smiles eitherway and laughs. "okay, okay. let's do this." you grin at that, handing him back his pencil. your fingers brush against his. "okay, let's start with math first. do the easy topics first and move forward from there! is that okay?" mitsui nods, nonchalant as he could be. but he leans forward to hear you better, and he listens intently when you explain all those annoying formulas. he answers the questions you ask, and takes notes on what he did wrong or did right. he doesn't comment on the way his cheeks heat up when you praise him for getting the right answer, and he doesn't complain when you move to sit next to him so you can better monitor his work. and when you part ways at the train station afterwards, he only raises a half-hearted wave and doesn't say anything, but he makes sure you've boarded your train before he boards his. he's grateful for you taking the time and energy to tutor him, but he'd never say it out loud now, would he?