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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 15: His Arms ❞ ─────
❝ Oh hi, thanks for checking in, I'm still a piece of garbage. ❞
TW: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND PANIC ATTACKS
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YOU LET OUT A TIRED SIGH when your house began to appear in the distance, but your eyes widened back up when you noticed the vacancy of cars in the driveway.
"That's weird," you remarked to Mondo, who began slowly down in front of your house. "Raiden isn't here.."
"Didn't he just call ya'?" Mondo placed his foot on the asphalt, tearing his helmet off his head and propping up his motorcycle against its stand.
"Yeah.." you replied briefly. "Maybe he went out or something?"
You hopped off the motorcycle, watching as Manabu dropped your younger brother off beside you and promptly raced off after the long-gone Asahi and Keizo.
"L-Let's get inside already." Touma tiredly rested his head against your's. "I think I'm gonna collapse from exhaustion.."
"Alright sleepy," you cooed, grabbing Touma's shoulders and leading him toward the front door. Noticing the lack of Mondo's presence, you turned to look at where the boy kicked up some dust on the sidewalk. "Mondo, are you coming..?"
"Oh," the mentioned boy lifted his head, unaware that he was invited inside. "..Yeah, I'm getting there."
The trio of you unlocked the front door and walked inside the large house. You led Touma up to his room, wishing him a good nap before rushing back downstairs. When you got there, Mondo held a note at the dining table.
"S' a note from Raiden," he declared, angling the small paper toward you. "He said something about him and Hina going out for a bite to eat."
"Fine with me," you shrugged nonchalantly, laying the note back on the table and eliciting a fake yawn. "W-Well, now that we're back, I'll just--"
"..Hey wait," you felt a calloused hand rest itself gently on your shoulder, seemingly being careful of your bandages. "..I told ya' we'd talk later, didn't I?"
