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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 11: Sunset Joyrides ❞ ──
❝ It's a watermelon, inside a watermelon! ❞
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AFTER TELLING MONDO about what happened; granted, it was a smaller version in which you didn't spare all the details, the boy sat in complete silence.
"Are.." you paused, waving a hand in front of Mondo's face. "..Are you okay?"
"..You're getting beat?" He questioned, his frown deepening as he looked at you. "Why the fuck is someone bullying you of all people?"
"I--" pausing yourself forcefully, you bit your lip. Something told you that telling Mondo about your past would only end horribly. "J-Just cuz' it's me, I suppose.."
"Well, let me help."
"E-Excuse me..?" you turned to face Mondo directly, shock written on your features. "You want to.. help me?"
"I don't want to pry into your business or something.." he huffed, an embarrassed flush on his face as he scooted closer to you. "..Just wanted to help with your injuries, if that's okay?"
Mondo held out a calloused hand, almost as if he were soothing a wild animal into trusting him. Hesitantly, you placed your hand onto his, immediately flushing at the roughness, yet odd comfort of his palm.
"Alright," Mondo pat the top of your knuckles with his other hand, offering you a toothy grin. "Now where are the injuries I gotta be bitchin' about..!?"
"O-Oh well, they're mostly on my upper arms and legs," you murmured, before covering your face with one of your arms in order to shield your blushing cheeks from the world. "Th-They're also on my stomach.."
"Ah," Mondo gulped, awkwardly pulling his hands back toward him. "Little bastards.."
He looked at you for a moment, as if waiting for your approval. Slowly nodding, you watched as Mondo rolled up your short-sleeve, wincing when he saw the bloodied bandage.
"How'd you care for my injuries so damn well, but manage to fuck up your own bandages!" He complained, tearing at the end of the bandage and unwinding it from your arm.
