Motorcycle Mayhem

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Makoto let out a very surprised gasp. "Wait, Mondo? Why are you here?! I thought we'd never see you again! Oh boy, there HAS TO be an important reason why would be coming here to school, right? "

"Eh? Oh, yeah, I just got accepted for whatever reason. Can't remember the details." Or he just didn't care. Either was incredibly accurate.

"....Thats... So.... Sweet! But let me guess, did Ishimaru have an influence on you? He managed to even get Hagakure to come to school. That's one of the hardest things to do!! " Naegi asked, eyeing Taka as if he were a proud father.

"Heh, yeah... Guess ya could say that, huh? That's some skill he has."

Naegi laughed and pulled Mondo aside for a moment, making sure Taka couldn't hear. "Tell me, why did you decide to be friends with Kiyo? Not that I'm disgusted, I'm actually really happy he has a friend! It's just that you two seem like such an unlikely pair!"

"Well... He's a good guy. Lil' bit of a hardass, and loud, but he has good qualities 'bout him." He laughed a little, shrugging. It was odd, already he considered he hall monitor a good friend and he couldn't even explain why. Did he just have that kind of friendly quality? Well... yeah, in a way.

"He's a little awkward, sure. But that's okay, he's such a sweetheart when you get to know him. Though, he has a bad tendency to worry about everybody except himself, ya know? " The brunette nudged Mondo playfully. "You probably seen for yourself by now right? "

"Oh yeah, 'course. I told him that he needs to take care of himself a little more, too. I mean, it's nice and all, but... Makes me worry for him, ya know?"

"Yeah, tell me about it. He doesn't exactly have many friends because he's not exactly the best with socializing... Poor kid gets bullied for something he can't even help either. Seriously, nobody deserves to be treated that badly just because their grandfather screwed everything up. Don't you agree? "

"...Huh?" This was the first he'd heard about this. Just shows how much attention he payed to gossip or whatever. "I dunno what happened, but... that's a pretty pathetic reason to be bullied."

"You don't? Oh boy, then maybe I shouldn't've mentioned it yet. Well, besides the whole grandfather problem...i just want you to know that I'm thankful he can call you a friend." He paused, then he added, "Did you see how bright that smile was when he 'introduced' you? I've never seen him so genuinely happy before."

"I... didn't notice." Wow, what an honour. Mondo found himself smiling slightly at the thought.

"Seriously man, you've manged to make him happier than he's probably ever been. I think he really cares for you, it's obvious he does. So whatever you've done to make him so open, by all means keep doing it. " He winked at Mondo, then turned to Taka to start talking about what today's class had in store.

...Wait, had Naegi just implied what he think he did? Spluttering a little in surprise, he stared for a few seconds before quickly looking at the wall, thinking about it a little more. He... really cared? That gave him... a fuzzy feeling in his chest. It was a nice feeling. A familiar feeling, but... a nice one nonetheless.

As Ishimaru chattered with Naegi, people gradually began to the fill the room. Many of them were too absorbed in either gossip or their phones to notice Mondo, yet those that did didn't even give him a second glance. Soon all of the seats were filled. Then the teacher came in. Miss Monomi, she called herself. "Okay class, let's begin! "

In the middle of class, Naegi walked back over to Mondo. "I almost forgot to ask! Do ya plan on taking anybody to the dance? It's coming up next month." He went a little red as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Personally, I'm planning on taking Leon. You know him, right? Haha,,...Hey maybe you could take Taka! He's never been to a dance before, did you know that?"

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 05, 2016 ⏰

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