𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗿.

𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟭.



THUD

     everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

"he collapsed!"

"is he anemic?"

     nendou's voice pierced the air with worry as he dashed towards the commotion, shouting, "what happened?!"

"snap out of it! you're not dead, right?!" nendou continued, shaking the unconscious figure.

"what the heck, nendou?" the students exclaimed, horrified as they witnessed him beating up- i mean, roughing up the helpless student.

     gasps echoed through the room as nendou leaned in to kiss the unconscious student with green curly hair and THICC LIPS — takahashi, still motionless. but before anything more could unfold...

"that's not how you do cpr, dumbass! move out of the way!" your sudden appearance interrupted, as you kicked nendou aside and knelt beside takahashi. adjusting your glasses with a sparkle, you declared, "let me, a professional, teach you how it's done."

     with sleeves rolled up, you leaned closer to takahashi's face, muttering, "i can't believe i'm gonna lose my first kiss by saving someone's life, i'm such a nice person..."

     you leaned in closer and closer, your lips puckered up abnormally. and before your lips could connect, a teacher intervened, halting your attempt.

"what do you think you and nendou are doing? get him to the nurse already!" the teacher's voice boomed.

"who needs the nurse when i'm here?"

"everyone!" the teacher's frustration was palpable, evident in the pinch at the bridge of his nose. it was barely morning, and he was already feeling the strain.

"fine, fine...!" this school's nurse is as non-existent as a certain someone's dad anyway." you threw a pointed glance towards the reader before grabbing takahashi's feet and lifting them. "oi, nendou, you grab him by his armpits."

     with a nod, nendou complied cheerfully, "okay!"

"hey, saiki, can you go with them? i don't think i can trust those two..."

     the teacher's request was met with a dismissive click of Saiki's tongue as he turned away.

. . . . .

"hey, no one's here." nendou observed, scanning the vacant room.

"i guess it's up to me then," you declared with a smirk. leaning in, you reached for the unconscious male's shoulders, only to be forcefully flung aside.

"do you get a kick out of this, you psycho?!" takahashi ran to the sink, retching.

"wait, so you're okay after all?" nendou asks.

"i was just pretending, idiot! what's wrong with you?" takahashi pukes once more before continuing, "why did you have to kiss me? and you! why were you about to kiss me?!"

     nendou blushed and raised his hand, smiling shyly. "well, it was my first kiss, you know. let's just call it even."

     takahashi pukes for the nth time.

"pffftt- bahahahahah! this is fucking gold!" you pointed at takahashi, unable to contain your laughter, while he shot you a glare before succumbing to another bout of nausea.

     saiki glanced at you, his eyebrows furrowing. why couldn't he read your mind? were you another dimwit like nendou?

"hey, saiki, you'd better not tell anyone i was faking! you too, (l/n)! keep this to yourselves!"