in which an ordinary school's drama club turns out to be the entire school's ego. 'when we're on that stage, only you and me know that what we're doing isn't acting, we're sorting out our issues.'
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"Ha..sorry about all that. He's weird, very weird. It was best I got you out of there." The blonde guy said to me. He wasn't too short nor too tall, we were the same height, just different body and facial appearances.
"I- uh, it's okay." It's not okay; I got introduced to a group of people in the theatre a second ago and they all looked insanely rude, next thing I know I'm being pulled through the school halls by someone I don't even know and on our way through the long halls, we come across an attractive germaphobe. What the hell is going on right now? "If you don't mind me asking, who..are you? I don't remember seeing you in the club last year."
"Oh right! It must've flown right over my head. I was just so focused on getting out of that hell hole. I'm Atsumu. By the way, what do you mean by last year?"
"Glad you asked. I went to this school a year ago but I had to drop out because of my family being indecisive, we ended up moving out of town then back then back out then back in." This guys a good listener, we can get along.
"That's tough. What made you rejoin the school, then? There's like four more school's around here." I instinctively cringe at the question.
Why am I here?
That's simple. "Iwaizumi Hajime and I have unfinished business."
