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"his hair looks like corn-on-the-cob.." she murmured under her breath, trying so desperately to be discreet about her comment.
"huh?" the tougher-looking student turned to stare at his companion, an eyebrow raised. "what did you...
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─ ❝Chapter 2: Janitor Dance Party❞ ─
❝ I'm your freestyle dance teacher. ❞
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YOU ALWAYS SEEMED toend up stuffing your nose into other people's business. Whether on accident or not, you thought it was one of the main reasons people didn't like you.
And that was also why you tried to avoid others. Well, besides the overwhelming anxiety that is.
But here you were again, helping a burly classmate into the empty janitor's closet that doubled as a utility closet.
"F-Fuck.." you cursed, losing a bit of your footing and stumbling a bit. Beside you, with his arm wrapped around your shoulder for support, Mondo stopped and helped you back to your feet. "..You shouldn't be helping me. I should be helping you."
"I wasn't gonna let you fall," he argued, wincing when you carefully guided him to the wall. He slid down, letting out a sigh of relief when he sat on the floor. "I'm not a dick or something."
You hummed in agreement, sitting in front of the boy and scrounging through your backpack.
"What are you--?"
With a heave of effort, you finally pulled out the first-aid kit you always kept in your bag in case of.. emergencies. Losing yourself in your memories, you didn't notice the worried look Mondo wore.
He noticed the way you thumbed the cheap plastic of the case, a faraway look in your eyes as the empty thrum of the closet began to replace the silence. Clearing his throat, Mondo held up his arm.
"Just get it over with already.."
You nodded, unlatching the first-aid kit and pulling out antibacterial disinfectant, a towel, gauze rolls, and most embarrassingly, hot pink dinosaur bandaids.
"..Hold still," you order softly, rolling Mondo's sleeve up and looking at the bloodied damage. "How'd he manage to do that?"
"Bastard bit me and broke skin," Mondo grumbled, an embarrassed expression on his face. "What am I? His lunch?"
Your breath hitched as you tried to hold in a chuckle, ultimately failing in the end. Clearing your throat, you began to disinfect the area.
