You groaned in agony and then smashed your head against your two hundred dollar text book. You grabbed your pen and started clicking it.
Stupid exams.
You lifted your head with an extraordinary amount of effort to glare at the study worksheet that your professor was kind enough to grace the class with. You reached over to your box of pocky standing at the far side of your desk.
At least after these exams you’re done university and can start paying off the massive amounts of student debt you must have accumulated over the four years.
With a gasp you noticed that the box is empty. You mourned for the loss of your last box of the delicious chocolate covered biscuit sticks. You then remembered the Nutella that your mum had bought you when she was visiting as well as a bunch of other food that she bought for the oncoming exam onslaught.
You got up excitedly and pranced towards your kitchen cabinets, pulling open the door and reaching up to grab the container of Nutella and the container of peanut butter.
You reached over to the bread and grabbed two slices. Placing the slices down in front of you, you grabbed a knife and spread Nutella across the surface of one slice and peanut butter over the surface of the other.
With a hum you slapped the two pieces together. Taking bites out of the sandwich, you vaguely wondered whether it would be worth it to get a glass of milk. Finishing the sandwich you placed the knives in the sink to wash later.
You glanced at the clock and noticed the time.
Kiku should be here soon, you thought leaning against the counter and he seemed to be excited about something. Well as excited as the reserved Japanese man would show. He was so sweet; it took several weeks of dating for the two of you to even hold hands and when you finally got frustrated enough and snatched his hand, he went a bright red. He insisted that it was ‘improper’ for him to take advantage of you. And your first kiss, you were surprised he didn’t explode from the amount of blood rushing to his cheeks.
With his sweet mannerisms and a gentle spirit, it wasn’t long until you were head over heels in love with him. Despite a four year age gap, as he finished pre-med at a different school before coming here to continue in his quest to be a doctor.
A quiet but firm knock came from the other side of your door. You walked over there and pried it open. Your self-dubbed adorable Japanese boyfriend was on the other side with a wrapped package being held firmly against his chest.
“May I come in?” he asked.
You gestured for him to step into your house, you had gotten used to this at the beginning of your relationship with him.
He took off his shoes by the door and walked into the main entrance of your crappy house.
“I have a gift for you,” a slight blush painted his cheeks a rosy colour.
His hands shook as he handed the present over to you.
“Thank you,” you smiled at him as his blush went even deeper, “but you really didn’t have to.
But you accepted his gift with a smile, you loved him after all.
“It’s a sort of a good ruck charm in Japan,” he explained, “It’s usually given at entrance exams going into school but I don’t see why it wourdn’t work now.”
You wrapped your hand around his and led him to your kitchen table. With a heavy blush he sat down on a chair and waited for you to sit down and open it.
After sending a curious look to Kiku, you slid your fingernails under the tape at the end and pulled out the box out of its paper wrapping.