{ - Bandaged Up - } ~ Bandaid// Tsumioda

𝙲𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚙

omg ok I just wanna thank the like- 3 people who commented on my stories, they remind me that I have to continue this 😳😳 so uhm yeah thanks to those people 😎👍✨also happy holidays 😗
ANDD i wanna thank the 3 people who decided to follow me, makes me feel appreciated ☺️

⚠️TW: Sexual assault (It's more like the aftermath of it, and it won't really go into detail)⚠️

POV: Ibuki

       The rest of the day was super slow. Mostly filled with Ibuki looking at the clock, counting the minutes till she would be able to see Tsumiki. Slowly but surely, classes went by. Now, this was Ibuki's last class. She tapped her foot, impatient. Why is this taking so longggg, Ibuki thought.

"Miss Mioda, could you tap your foot a little more quietly?" The teacher asked, a trace of annoyance in her voice. Ibuki immediately stopped, realizing how she was literally stomping her foot, instead of tapping.

"O-Oh! Yeah, sorry. My bad." Ibuki said quickly, trying to focus her thoughts on the teacher, which was hard, considering how utterly boring her lesson was. Oh well, I have no choice but to listen, Ibuki sighed, beginning to actually take the lesson seriously and write down what was written on the board. The rest of the lesson took about 30 minutes.

"And so.. that concludes are lesson. Your homework is written on the right side of the board. Just remember the formula, Y=Mx+B. Once you have your homework written down, you may leave." The teacher said, setting her chalk down, and making her way to her desk. As soon as Ibuki heard that, she began speed writing everything down. She would probably regret it later, because from her own experience, her hand writing is unreadable when rushed, but... she didn't care. She would deal with the consequences later. Ibuki was just eager to meet her friend. Mioda closed her notebook, shoved it into her backpack, and got up. She would've liked to get out of the classroom quicker, but people were beginning to crowd around the door. This frustrated her, but what could she do. She slumped her heavy backpack over her shoulder, and walked right into the crowd. Pushing her way through, she managed to finally get into the hallway. From there, it would be easy to avoid other passing students. Ibuki weaved through the hallways until she made it to the outside. Her eyes searched for the purple haired girl, but to no avail. I'm sure she's just being held back by a teacher or something, she thought. Mioda wanted to give Tsumiki the benefit of the doubt, so she did. She sat down on a nearby bench, and took a lollipop out of her backpack. Might as well suck on this while I wait, she considered. She began to suck on the lollipop, while taking out her phone to check social media or something. While doing so, she read the time, which was 2:37 pm. Only about.. 15 minutes after school. Yeah, she must be getting talked to by some teacher, she concluded. She plugged in her headphones and put them on, going onto Spotify and listening to some alien theory podcast, just to kill time.

       Surprisingly, time flew by listening to them. Who knew aliens could be so interesting. When she decided to check the time again, she had already ran through 2 podcasts. While reading the time, her eyebrows rose in surprise. 4:57?! What could be taking her that long? Ibuki didn't wanna be a worry wart, but 2 hours after dismissal isn't normal, is it? She stood up from the bench, which was already super warmed up due to how long she had been sitting there. She threw her lollipops stick into some nearby trash can, and quickly put her phone in her backpack. Beginning to pick up some speed, she walked into the school. As she was walking, she couldn't help but let her thoughts trail off. What if she ditched me? I don't think she would, but it is a possibility. Or what if there is some after-school program I don't know about, and she's busy attending that? Ibuki kind of made herself a little nervous by thinking those things. While she didn't know Tsumiki very well, Mioda would be incredibly hurt if she didn't want to be her friend.  She continued to speed-walk down the halls, for about 15 minutes. Well, I can't force her to be my friend, so, I guess I would just have to accept that she doesn't want to- Ibuki's thoughts were interrupted by some soft sniffling. She stopped in her tracks. She looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. As she got closer, she found out it was coming from some utility closet. She placed her hand on the doorknob, about to turn it, but she hesitated. What if this was just some random girl, crying because she broke up with her significant other, or something? Ibuki questioned herself. It would be kind of rude for her to barge in like that. On the other hand, it would be completely ignorant of her to just ignore this girls cries and not comfort her. Ibuki had made up her mind, she was gonna turn it. She slowly turned the knob, and was very surprised when she found Mikan crying in the closet.