𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

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Like a normal student, I have skipped classes at least once in my life. If you happen to have zero experience when it comes to skipping classes or the hellhole adults call a school, well, it sucks to be goody two shoes, doesn't it? – it's either that or you're born with strict Asian parents. If it's the latter, the author would sincerely sympathize.

I would not live my life as dull as not doing at least one rebellious act. If I were to be honest, that would be an understatement. Just who in their right mind would only think of skipping school once. Well, it may be my way of making an excuse for skipping class thrice... four times... Fine, I'll admit.

I skip class at least six times a year. Being the genius I am, I would either lie to my parents that only selected students are to come to school for the day or feign sickness. And of course, I would feel little to no guilt about it – even after sneaking out of the house to go to my best friend's house to play pokemon, who to might I add is skipping class with me.

And I definitely did not influence him nor force him to skip class. He wanted to anyway – he just needed one teeny weeny push.

By the way, I'm a liar.

Well, luckily for the both of us, his parents are out for work from 7 am until 6 pm. If not, that goody two shoes butt wouldn't have the guts to have skipped school with me.

Again, I repeat, I felt zero remorse about that.

And which is why I am questioning my whole being why on my chemistry teacher's lustrous head am I feeling guilty for legitimately getting sick in this fricking world.

Maybe because Karma's a bitch and I have nothing else to blame.

Great. Not only did I hinder Dororo and Hyakkimaru's travel but also dried out their pockets for having such a sucky immune system and losing to a bunch of virus that would look cute compared to flee. After causing them such a huge inconvenience, after having them watch over my sorry butt for the sake of my miserable self not dying, the unsettling feeling of guilt continued to churn in my stomach. Believe me, it feels worse than diarrhea. I was beyond accountable for this dilemma so I believe that it is my responsibility to repay my dept. It is right and just, after all. They've had more than their fair share of the prejudice this world has brought to the both of them.

"Here, Onee-san." Seeing Dororo's arms outstretched before me, my (e/c) eyes blinked owlishly at the sight of what seemed to be thick layers of clothing in her hold. My brain, left with two brain cells, took time to process the current situation I am in. As it appeared that the events still haven't dawned before me, the petite child releases a sigh from her soft lips, white puffs of air following due to the cold temperature. "Geez, is it just me or your getting dumber as each day passes by."

With one swift motion, the raven-haired child shoved the piece of clothing in my arms. Although still confused, my eyes squinted to form a subtle glare directed towards her to the fairly rough action and the mild teasing. Dororo pays little attention to my gesture, placing a hand on her hip as she continued. "We wouldn't want you getting sick again, Onee-san. Put it on would you." As she mentioned so, my mouth hung agape from mild shock, the unsettling guilt increasing in the pits of my stomach. Without a doubt, this had caused her to spend the little money we have left again. "Well, it did take a good amount of effort with the negotiations, but I was still able to get a pretty good deal."

To describe the situation more clearly, let us use a comparison. Take my guilt as a burning house then Dororo's selfless action as gasoline. Mix it together and it would cause a bigger fire – in my case, more of the uncomfortable engulfing me