Class C: Civil War

In sickness and in health

"Ibuki are you okay to shower, or get changed by yourself?"

"Of course! What, was your plan to help me?! Gross."

"Wasn't my intention."

"Why did you ask then?"

"We can't leave you in those clothes, they're wet and too warm. Plus you need to wash the sweat off your body."

"So what if I couldn't, wouldn't you have to wash me?"

"...No, I was planning on getting the nurse again."

"Sure you were. I think she might be the more dangerous option to be honest..."

"You might not be wrong."

"...Ibuki, please get some clothes ready before you go in there..."

"...Yeah I know, was just testing you." This girl is proving to be dangerous to me...

"Testing, whether a high school boy would take the chance at letting you go in there with no change of clothes? That seems like a stupid test."

"And you passed with flying colours! Faith in humanity restored."

"If you have workout clothes or something similar it might be best to wear those."

"Picking what I wear now as well, tell you what why don't you come over and look in the drawers for me?!"

"...I'll be intruding then."

"That was obviously a joke!"

"Yeah, not my best judgement."

"Fine, workout clothes. There. That acceptable fetish weirdo?"

"..."

"Horndog, creepazoid, lolicon pervert."

"We're the same age."

"No issue with the rest of them, though?"

"None of the others are a crime."

"Yeah and a cell is just a room buddy." Indeed any room is a confine, whether the new rooms we have been given by the school or the cells of my alma mater. It's all the same.

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Hey, main character here! How's it going? Day going fine? Good, that's good to hear. Me? Me, I'm good. I mean I got this dope seat, now I can duck and cover from the teacher. Don't even have to pretend to pay attention to this crap anymore. Awesome!