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I enter the change rooms at the worst possible time ever. As soon as I open the door, I see the little, annoying tangerine taking off his shirt. My eyes widen, seeing the bruises and bandages around his body. I see more bandages around his wrist.
Seems like he's unaware of my presence. He puts on a shirt and packs his things. He then grabbed his bags and turns around, immediately seeing me. His eyes widen and his breathing quickened.
Neither of us spoke, for probably about a minute.
"T-Tsukishima..." he lets out a nervous laugh. "Y-You... didn't see anything now did you?" He asks in an even more nervous manner.
I sigh and walk towards my locker. I don't really care; he probably fell off his bike on his way to school or something. "I dunno," I answer taking out my stuff, "shouldn't you be heading to homeroom?"
I look at him from the corner of my eye and his eyes widen, he yelps, "thanks Tsukishima!" He yells as he runs out of the change rooms as everyone else entered.
That was such a lousy lie, but he still believed it. Wow how naïve can that stupid tangerine be? I almost laugh to myself, but I manage keep it in. I pack my gear and put my headphones around my neck before making my way to my homeroom class.
When I get to class, I take my seat which is at the very back of the class, right next to the window. I put my bag next to my desk and slip on my headphones, putting my volume all the way up to block out the noise.
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I sigh as the final bell rings. The teacher explains extra things such as the homework we must do and when it's due. I don't bother to listen since I always do it. I pack my things and head out.
"Tsukki!" I hear the all too familiar bubbly tone from behind me.
I hum and turn around to see Yamaguchi.
"I won't be walking with you today; I'll be practicing with Shimada-San." He says and bows. I merely nod and keep walking to my locker.
I take off my shoes and replace them with my usual shoes. I put my shoes into the little locker and close it.
Suddenly there was a loud crash making me jump, a little. I hear a cry of pain and three men, by estimation, laughing. I peer over the lockers too see that I was correct.
They all seem to be my age.
"Look at him, you gonna cry ginger?" The blonde laughs and seems to be kicking someone on the ground. "Bring him out to the back boys." He says, snapping his fingers.
The brunette next to the blonde picks up the poor victim with a grin. The Blackett follows the blonde with the brunette lagging behind, having to carry the bullied victim.
My eyes widen.
That orange hair, clothes, height. Yes, the height. It's probably the only thing I can tell its him, other than that orange hair.
