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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From afar, his back was so small, but now that I moved closer, his biceps were plump and sweaty. The grey tank-top sticking to his wet back while he was crouched down was a magnificent sight.
I watched him work on one of the drama club project's in tranquility, right before someone bumped into me from behind. I tumbled forward and fell on my stomach, right behind Iwaizumi's strong figure.
I blew the single strands of brown hair out from my sight of view and promptly connected stares with the male. I was frozen for a second. Yeah, just a few hours ago we were arguing, but right now I'm proudly simping.
I noticed what my body was doing; staring and being weird, I lift myself up and wobble out onto the stage. I contemplate on whether I should stop being creepy and actually do some work or continue being a peeping tom.
I back up into the slim wall beside the door that I just ran out of, nervously pulling the door further and further apart from the frame to watch the attractive gym-rat fiddle with paint. It wasn't too long after I ran out so he was still in the same position, dumbfounded. I held back a laugh but choked on my spit when I saw him chuckle with the utmost sincerity.
