The Youngest's Privileges

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Septuplets are 11y/o and has their powers. For a reason. o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

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It started with a grumble in his stomach during their last period for the morning.

Cahaya paused from writing his notes and frowned. He ate a full breakfast this morning- was he already hungry?

He waited attentively to check if it would growl again while trying to calculate the normal hours it usually took him before his stomach would start demanding for food.

He eventually concluded that maybe if he had finished that oatmeal earlier, he wouldn't be having this problem.

His over-analyzing was immediately cut-short when Teacher Papa started reading another problem and he was back trying to catch up on the formulas he missed.

He was just about to forget about it- when he felt a cramp on his stomach and unconsciously held his breath just as he had been about to raise his hand to answer one of the questions.

Slowly, the cramp started to disappear but he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"What's this?" And suddenly, Teacher Papa was next to his table, eyes narrowed in suspicion, "The class genius not volunteering to answer my questions of Justice?!"

"Ah- sorry, teacher. I-" His stomach cramped once more and he couldn't help but wince.

"Have the questions become too difficult for you, Boboiboy Cahaya?!"

"That's not-" This time the cramping wasn't going away and was intensifying instead. He could also feel his mouth salivate and he knew what was about to come next.

"Then answer me this! Old Granny Kasih left half her money to her granddaughter and half that amount to her grandson. She left a sixth to her brother, and the remainder, one thousand, to the cats' home. How much did she leave altogether?"

"Twelve thousand!" Cahaya exclaimed standing up on his desk abruptly, feeling everyone's eyes now on him, "I-I'm sorry, Teacher Papa. But I need to excuse myself to the bathroom."

He didn't even wait for the adult's response as he practically used his light powers to teleport out of the room, hands over his mouth, trying to stave off the need to embarrass himself in front of his peers.

Though he did hear the teacher exclaiming "Correct!" as Daun worriedly called his name.

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Cahaya eventually came out from one of the stalls, arms gingerly wrapped around his middle. 

Ugh, public toilets were the worst and disgusting, it only made him throw up more.

Fortunately, the pain earlier had subsided, but he could sense a ball of nausea in the pit of his stomach ready to rear it's ugly head once more, if given the chance.

"Cahaya?" The door to the bathroom opened and Daun's familiar cap popped up, "Are you here?"

He quickly straightened up, not wanting to look like something was wrong. He really didn't want Daun to worry about him.

"I'm here, Daun. Let me just wash my hands."

His brother then took this cue to go inside, face full of worry as he headed for one of the sinks, "Are you okay? You ran out of the classroom so fast."