𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞

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Y/N - 09

11 - SATORU

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                    𝓟rimary school is supposed to be when you have it easy, however skipping from fourth to fifth grade was anything but. Nothing was easy after meeting him.

You ran through the halls of school just as the first bell rang. "Come on Izumi." you hold your best friend's hand tightly as he struggles to keep up in his sleepy state. He had woken up ten minutes ago by you banging on his window since the many alarms he set himself did nothing to help.

He didn't say anything in return, only focusing on his feet not tripping over each other. You both had already been late three times in two weeks and your homeroom teacher threatened after-school detention if there was a fourth.

Just as you turned the corner, something blocked you from going further. When you look up you see that it wasn't something, but someone, and you hadn't just run into them. The bump had also caused their unfinished breakfast to fall all over their uniform shirt, yours still clean.

"Oh shit," their friend laughs from the side and that's when you recognized them both from your homeroom but couldn't remember their names. But, you do recall that when you had just transferred into their class there were multiple times you caught them looking at Izumi, pointing and laughing. They stopped by your third day, thanks to the stares you would give them when Izumi wouldn't notice. Still, they attempted to bully him when you weren't around.

Izumi quietly stayed behind you, holding your hand tighter. "I'm sorry," you say while looking up at the boy who stood a few inches taller than you. He looked down at you with a serious expression, his brown eyes staring unblinkingly into yours for a few seconds. You weren't sure if he was attempting to intimidate you into begging for forgiveness but straightened your back and held his eyes the same.

"Don't be sorry, be careful," he tells you. "What am I going to do about my breakfast now?" he looks down at the food on the floor as do you and that's when the second bell rings. You were officially late.

Now having no patience you shrug. "Wait until lunch." you move around him and pull Izumi along.

Just as you hear footsteps follow, you also hear his friend say something. "Forget about them, I have an extra shirt in my locker. Come on we'll be even more late." You look over your shoulder two seconds later and see that they were indeed going to the locker area, their backs already towards you.

Izumi lets out a small sigh of relief possibly. He had been grateful that skipping a grade landed you in his class but knowing that you might get bullied by association scared him to no end. He constantly attempted to push you away to protect your 'image' even though you've proved to be the stronger, outspoken one of the pair and denied his request to end the friendship. Your mother's being best friends made you two also best friends so leaving him was out of the question.

"y/n..." Izumi trailed off, making you slow the pace so you two could walk side by side. "Do you think he's mad?"

"Probably," you shrugged, had it been anyone else you would care more. "He was the one going the wrong way, this is how to get to homeroom." you didn't understand why they were walking away from it and didn't seem in a rush to get anywhere else.

Once you are outside the classroom door, it swings open with your teacher on the other side as if he were waiting for this moment. "Welcome in," he speaks while his one free eye goes from you to Izumi a few times and motions an arm to enter. "Detention starts here twenty minutes after your last class."