The school classroom filled with nothing and opted barren. Desks were piled toward the rear of the classroom with two students laying bear.
"Yo dude, did you sell it?" Mugen exclaimed full of wonder.
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Y/N nodded, as a second later he was batted with hugs and voices of satisfaction. "Alright dude! That's what I'm talking about!"
Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling more proud than embarrassed right now. Mugen and him have a underground operation... of selling drugs.
At first Y/N seemed reluctant but Mugen with God's miracle persuaded him. Y/N moments after Mugen let go huffed a deep sigh, remembering.
"Think about your girlfriend, dude. With the money you'll make, you'd think it's to good to be true," and it wasn't.
Y/N started off slow, seeming green as ever, but smoothed into it, getting the grasps and strings of things. He sort of enjoyed it.
He also saw movies of drug dealers, having loads of interactions with cops and the dealers having some secret building to craft.. but no.
Just a simple worn down classroom with a stored trash in the removable tiles up on the ceiling. Mugen smiled to himself, counting his fingers.
Numbers exceeding his fingers danced around his head, as he couldn't help but twirl around in steps like his mind did.
"Woah, what's going on with you?" Y/N commented, noticing Mugen's antics. He turned flushed with embarrassment but soon smiled.
"The amount of money we're gonna be laying on... just brings a tear to me, you know?" He was right, there was lots of money made today.
It surprised Y/N when some rich kid interacted with him, acting all nervous and hushed, wanting to buy a few kilos.
Mugen upped the price a bit, earning extra bucks. Y/N didn't like scamming, even if in a business like this, thinking he'd still had a good heart.
Even with his occupation and all being against the law and he'd be sentenced awhile..
After a still silence, a sudden loud clap escaped throughout the rooms. Y/N flinched, turning his eyes close to his friend, wondering.
"Hey, I know! We should celebrate!" Mugen voice danced around with excitement. Y/N tilted his head slightly. "What do you mean?"
"My brother owns a ramen shop less than a few miles from here. We could catch up with him.. and then later—"
"—No.. I mean for me at least." Y/N interrupted him, knowing what words would escape from his lips. After every successful trade, he'd offer to go to the strip club.
"Bro, come on! Live a little," he answered. Y/N smacked his lips, exhaling a junk of surprise.
"Mugen, you know I have a girl, right? I'm doing this," he gestures with open arms, "for my girlfriend and are financial situation."
