what was the use of being a genius when he was pitted against a god?
he frowns as he stares down at the other boy’s otherwise blank textbook.
"how the hell are you going to study?" he asks.
the other boy looks away from the teacher who had been answering his query, and shoots a smile in his direction.
he feels sick to his gut.
"i don’t think notes help me in any way," the boy explains, "that’s why i rather ask questions."
"what about tests?" he asks lamely, "won’t you forget?"
"i don’t think i forget many things," the boy chuckles, head inclining slightly as if embarrassed.
he looks away to his own colour-coded handwriting scrawled across the pages, and has the overwhelming urge to rip them out. “I see.”