"Haha I almost forgot how to laugh. Your humor is wonderful, kouhai. But seriously, onto a different subject. What brings you to me, and don’t say ‘because you’re my senpai’…"
"I was being serious! And in this case… I can’t say anything, since you already said for me. I just wanted to talk to you a bit because you are my senpai. Do you have a committee meeting today after classes?"
"I tell her I tripped, she knows how clumsy I can be when running to school."
And Fortunate enough, Anri takes whatever he throws at her. Mikado felt guilty for lying, but what better cover-up…?
"Hm? Senpai, this way you’ll never get to date her, you know… Girls like funny guys, but not completely clumsy ones."
"It’s funny how innocent you sound, yet you know the ties we have with each other. With your precious blue squares, of course stuff happens with me involved."
"Yes, but I wonder what you say to others on this situation. Like for Sonohara-chan. When you appear bruised on school, what exactly do you lie about?"
aosame started following you
"Well if it isn’t my Kouhai… Aoba…"
"Senpai! I didn’t see you on school yesterday, did something happen?"
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"Alright…" She reluctantly agreed, clinging onto the boys arm.The room felt like it was spinning, a simple step forward causing her to stumble slightly. Kururi honestly hated being sick, but then again who didn’t.There was only one plus to is, Aoba was trying to take care of her.
Holding the girl by the waist and letting her arms support on him, Aoba tried his best to take them away from the room - since, after all, the boy wasn’t the strongest to do it completely right. Looking at the sides to see if found anyone around, Aoba turned to her once more. “What if we rest a bit on the infirmary, and then go to your house? At least until you can walk better on your own. I will watch over you.”
[生かす]:”Benches aren’t exactly the softest things in the world.” They certainly weren’t as soft as his bed back home. The thought made the cyborg sad. But it was nighttime and that wasn’t the issue at hand. The blue kid obviously needed help. “Speaking of benches, that one’s mine. Get off. And maybe go see a doctor or something. But do that when you aren’t on my bench.”
"It’s not like I’m sit in a table full of blades." At least now he could see clearly where he was. Probably collapsed a few minutes ago. "Why would this be your bench? Why don’t you go home or something?”
[生かす]:It’d been a total lie; the blue kid had been out for ten minutes at most and was on a park bench. His head was probably still bleeding. “Apparently so.”
Aoba’s head was really hurting, and the fact he couldn’t remember how he ended up there was quite worrisome. Well, he could remember about seeing these two big guys… He was alone… Wait. Nevermind. “If I was out for two days, how is my head still bleeding?” Basic question. Who was this guy even.
"You hit your head and you've been out for two days."
"I— What?" unconsciously, he sat up quickly and held his head at feeling a sharp pain, tongue clicking at it. "How— Two entire days?"