Pretend this is a really awesome title (MuiTan)

Chapter 4

Muichiro's POV

It's official. Monday's suck.

I guess I can't just say something without a backup reason. So here you go. My first reason is, that Monday is usually when I get picked on the most. 'Da Boyz🥶' are always very excited to annoy me after the weekend, because they couldn't stand not pushing around a normal human being for over two days. In addition, after being so used to waking up at 11am, 6:30 really slaps you in the face. I mean, who wants to wake up at those crackhead hours anyway? What kind of person can actually understand what the teacher I saying that early in the morning? I know I can't. Usually I'll understand 'less reverse though silver was' instead of 'let's review the civil war'. Lastly, the weekend is over and you have to suffer though 5 days of hell. You can no longer watch among us tik tok compilations on YouTube, you have to watch some random shat about the periodic table. And the school doesn't have an add-free YouTube, so it arrives with an unskippable add that's around 2 minutes long. In conclusion, Mondays are the worst day of the week. Case closed.

But now this Monday has to be the worst Monday that ever Monday'd. I remember walking up to my locker this morning, and being greeted by 'freak' scratched into the metal several times. I just sighed and opened it up, only to be then shoved in to it face first and get hit by the clothing hook in the stomach.

"You little shit told on us, huh?" I heard a voice that seemed to fit really well with Chase's snarl.

Immediately the door shut, and I was locked into a tiny room, facing the wall side. It was too small to turn around or lift up my arms, because this stupid school probably didn't consider that this would happen. Yay. I tried to shuffle around a bit, but had no success. I guess I don't have to go to math now and show up once more without the homework sheet. I smiled a little to myself at the thought of avoiding being yelled at about how lazy and stupid I was by Ms. Jiafei. I eventually fell asleep against the side of the locker, in hope that someone would see my bag sitting outside of it and realize.

Tanjiro's POV

I couldn't help but be in a constant state of concern for Muichiro. I know that he can probably fend for himself, but I haven't seen him in the hallways all day today. During lunch period, I decided I would swing by his locker to see if I could find him there. However, I was greeted by his backpack, with its contents strewn across the floor. What the heck? I thought, before approaching it to try and pick everything up. I was surpised to hear a gentle breathing coming from the inside of his locker. Is someone in there? I asked myself, before pressing my ear against the cold metal. Yes. There was a person inside of Muichiro's locker.

"Muichiro? Is that you in there?" I asked, while knocking on the door. I couldn't help but get upset at seeing 'freak' written all over it. Who would do this?

"Huh? Tanjiro?" A voice responded from inside.

"Muichiro! What's your locker code? Let's get you out of there!" Said eagerly once I heard his voice.

"It's 21, 43, 22." He replies, sounding very exhausted. I quickly twisted the lock, opening up the door, and was greeted by his back. "I can't turn around..." he says. "Can you maybe just pull me out of it?" He asks me awkwardly. I tug at his shoulders and then fall back once he gets out, with him landing on top of me. He rolled off immediately. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He asks frantically, his face turning red.

"I'm fine! Don't worry about it." I say, while picking my self up. He only looked at the ground. He eventually leaned down and started to pick up his things, then proceeding to check his bag after he does.

"Shit." He swore quietly. He closed his eyes, as if he was trying to calm himself down.

"What's wrong?" I ask, immediately crouching down and joining him by his bag.