Even if death is at our doorstep

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A/N SO HEY GUYS I WANNA GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO hopebaegel CUZ THEY READ AND COMMENTED ON ALL OF THESE CHAPTERS WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL :)

KOMAEDA POV

    Hajime looked awful, as he could barely stay awake and was covered in blood and bruises.  Ibuki kept looking back at her phone.
    "Where are they," she said every so often.  She was getting impatient and I could tell,  because she was tapping her foot faster than I'd ever seen.  And trust me,  she taps her foot fast.
    I stood behind Hajime,  petting his hair and whispering in his ear that he'll be ok.  After awhile,  Mikan and Chiaki appeared,  running as fast as they could. I knew Ibuki only called Mikan, but Chiaki's like a sister to me and Hajime, so she couldn't resist.
     "W-W-What happened to H-Hajime?!" Mikan stuttered. Chiaki immediately ran over to me and Hajime.
    "Ko," she had tears in her eyes. "What happened?" I looked her in the eye and wiped her tears as they fell. "It was Izuru.  He's been beating Hajime since their Mom died,  it seems.  So... 8 years.  And their Mom apparently beat him, too. So he's been being abused his whole life and... I d-didn't notice..."
    I started choking up,  tears threatening to make their way to the surface.  Chiaki noticed and pulled me into a warm embrace.
    "It's not your fault, Ko..." she said. I hugged her back and cried into her shoulder.  She was an amazing person,  not just a friend,  but Haji and I thought of her as a sister.
     Once I stopped crying, I looked over to Hajime, who Mikan was treating.  He had passed out but Mikan said he was ok.  Kazuichi had called Sonia and Gundam came along as the three talked about what happened.
     "Yo guys, " Fuyuhiko started. "Should we call the rest of the class with Chisa? So they can know what happened?"
    "Yes! That's a great idea!" Ibuki yelled.  Hajime stirred a bit and Ibuki and I got up,  laying him on the bench.
    And with that,  we all pulled out or phones and called the rest of our class,  telling them to meet us at the front gates.

A/N I KNOW THIS ONES SHORT IM SORRY

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