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seventeen

SEVENTEEN: STAND UP.

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"Tsuki-senpai?"

A tear was heard from the cry of signal. A question it was more like of, concern? —unknown. Her eyes trailed around for a sight of escape—she was stuck. Soothing of the drink was empted, lips parted from her only source of solace. Uneasy pace she was feeling, she and her surroundings. 'Too quick... too quick—' a snap of a finger she wanted, quivering of her shaking arms hidden behind the long cloth. It was all at a rhythm she didn't like, a rhythm. She needed it to stop, she needed it to change. '...But wait—I can change it—'

"Tsuki-senpai!" purple-suited clothing gazed over her vacant orbs.

The voice of familiarity, one that is formal. 'Megumi...' tired eyes surveyed over those brown boots.

"Tsuki-senpai, daijoubu?" no words would fit in a sentence, a puzzling mess.

"Tsuki-senpai?" he called out seconds.

Could she not bring her eyes above those shoes? Was it not pride that she could not face? 'No... It's not that...' The feeling of coldness gripped the flawed tissue, others of the three people came walking. Expressions she might face; reactions she needs to take. 'No... It's not that...'

She couldn't stare back at their worried eyes.

"Oi Fushiguro... Is Tsuki-senpai okay?" a forgein voice called out.

"I- I don't know... But I think not..." disquietness stared at her.

"Ne, why don't you call Gojo-sensei. You said he was the closest to her." a feminine voice she heard.

"Well... Yeah... but—"

"And we can't handle this ourselves." the female continued.

"Well... Yeah... I'll contact him."

"Tsuki-senpai, let's head to a bench to sit in. I'll have Gojo-sensai come over." Megumi told.

'Why,' she wanted to mutter. But fear engulfed her.

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A wait. The three students waited for their teacher to arrive. An issue that was needed to be dealt. It sat between the three, none did she look up from her lap. Apprehensiveness that surrounded her, did she not dare the risk of her bloodshot eyes. Footsteps she heard, she waited. For one that rings her ear. For one that meets her peer. For one that breaks her fears.

She waited. Waited for his rhythm.

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It was sharp. A distance away, she heard his heavy pace. Truth to be told, she was anxious. Anxious to see the someone that would help. Too new it sounded to her—too scary. Striding his way to her, a serious expression hidden behind the black circulars. Not a frettleing face he held, for the better or for the worse.

Three of the kids saw the adult coming, relief? Perhaps.

"Gojo-sensei!" the boy with the red boots said.

"Yuji... Mind coming back after a stroll around?" asked the white-haired.

"Uh, yeah... But you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine with her." he answered with a smile.

"Ok then. Let's go then Fushiguro, Nobara."

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Fear. Too much. Too overwhelming.

The trio left, leaving the pair alone. The tall one sighed, in grief. How much he wanted to help her, treat her as his student. But she was just more of a friendly neighbour for now—right now. Taking the seat next to her, spreading his legs to easen the mood.

"Ne Tsuki," staring at the stoned-floor, glasses that slide to the brim of his nose.

"Something... happened, didn't it?" his eyes softened at the floor.

No response.

"Well, I guess I didn't expect an answer either."

"But you know... I've been wanting to have you as my student," a glance he made towards her, hearing scuffling of tenseness stopped.

"I'm not forcing you or anything, but it'd be nice to have someone reliable around."

"But sometimes, the person has some problems they need to face," he continued, "and so others can't rely on them all the time." blaminess Tsuki heard.

"Problems they faced. It takes a while for them to get back on their feet. But ne, Tsuki. Sometimes, they also need help to get back on the right shoe, right?" she shuffled with her feet.

"They'll always be reliable and dependable. But, the reliable also needs help don't they?" standing up on his feet, he turned to face the seated girl.

"Sorry for the wait, I had some trouble getting here." taking off his shades, rubbing his eyes slightly, "But let me return the favour," squatting down to meet her eyes.

"I'll be the one waiting this time."

A soft smile graced his face.

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SUBSECTION...

"Ne Gojo-sensei, do you know why Tsuki-senpai was acting like that?" Itadori asked with stuffed cheeks.

"Well... I'm not entirely sure... But according to history and rumours of the rhythm user, it was usually due to their horrible past; like most users. Apparently, observing and being consumed by the speed of themselves and their surroundings, caused them to emit their overwhelming rhythm." Gojo responded while looking straight ahead, an 'o' Itadori made.

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(word count: 812)

sorry for the continuous short chapters!

it took me a while to finish this chapter too.

but anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter!

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