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I didn't really have time to register everything.
The students, though far away, seemed to have fallen silent, perhaps, dare I say, impressed.
The teacher praised my speed and the students cheered with a small applause, exclaiming, "Wow! She's so fast!" and, "oh my God she's even faster than Toshinori!" But over here, your dear dear Sachie felt like hell.
I tried to ignore it. This whole time I tried, I really did. But bodily necessities shouldn't be neglected at all. Never do that, kids.
I tried to brush it off as I wobbly stood up and went to sit on the bench, but I still couldn't have held it in. I quickly asked the teacher if I could go, and he excused me, and I ran maybe twice as fast as the previous lap.
Right now, I was vomiting my insides out in the changing room's bathroom right after heeding the call of nature of freeing my bladder of its liquid restrains.
Imagine needing to take things out of you from two places. Euff. Just thinking about it would make you sick, right? Well, consider me a horrible warning.
I panted as I finally finished puking, my throat still burning. I stood up and went to my locker. I opened it and took my glasses.
"Ah... finally my ×4 eyesight, finally back," I sighed in relief, now the blurry daze flying right away as the thick lenses of my glasses worked their magic. It felt nice to stop being temporarily blind.
I decided to take a moment to appreciate the quietness of the changing room. At least there was no noise like before. I just sat there until class ended, and the girls flooded back in to change. I already did change back to my uniform and only waited for it all to finish, so I was the first to leave the place... but not before everyone stuffed my ears with backhanded compliments ("you're so fast for such a skinny girl," and among it.)
I gave it no mind and got out of there. Today and yesterday were as hectic as they were. I didn't need anymore stress to make my brain go grrnn grrnn grrnn.
As I walked down the hall (with people quietly commenting about my looks as usual), I started remembering the incident earlier with Kazuki.
That guy...
For someone whom Asahi called a monster, and even stated that he was murderous, Kazuki seemed a little more chill than I expected him to be. Yes, he was quite aggressive and violent, both physically and verbally, but I expected much more.
I shook my head.
"Maybe the Tokyan air is getting to me. I'm starting to expect bad things of people already," I scolded myself. "Get a hold of yourself, Sachie."
I was walking along the hallway, until I was getting dragged along the path as a strong hand gripped my arm. I looked up, and I realized that the people whom you think about always show up. Because at the moment, Toshinori Kazuki himself was dragging me against the floor, pulling me along with him.
