Osamu had his lips locked with a black-haired girl, her back pressed against the wall with his hands besides her head.
Another girl, stood frozen-feeling as if someone stabbed something straight through her chest as she watched the unbelievable scene before her.
She blinked, trying to both push back her tears while wishing that her eyes were just playing tricks on her. It was when Osamu's hand moved to grab ahold of the black-haired girl's shoulder that she abruptly turned around to run off.
The box held in her hands clattering behind her as she rushed off. The still full lunch box abandoned, made by the male who was caught in the act of cheating.
How cliché...
Fuyuko thought, running into her empty classroom before slamming the door and locking it behind her back. The girl slowly slid down the door and to the floor, hugging her knees as the waterworks flowed through.
But as much as cliché this is... it doesn't hurt any less...
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A couple hours earlier that day, everything was perfectly fine. Osamu and Fuyuko were as close as ever, with the girl's head placed upon his shoulder—who casually scrolled through his phone with a small smile.
Fuyuko's brows furrowed at her red headed best friend siting at the desk in front of her own, body moved to a side with her hand slung above the backrest. "So, you're telling me, that the main girl who led the bullying got out of it?" Fuyuko's asked, utterly confused.
Atsumu scoffed from his seat, sitting at the desk in front of Osamu's as his fist held his chin propped up by his elbow on the desk. "That pig pulled out the victim card. There 're rumors goin' 'round that she was forced by the rest." Atsumu grumbled out, clearly displeased by the mere mention of this specific girl. "Fuckin' bitch."
Suna peeked over to Fuyuko, casually sitting on Osamu's desk. "I will be careful if I was you Fuyuko. Just yesterday I saw her glaring daggers at you." His tone was as monotone as ever—but deep inside his cold heart, he was actually worried for his female best friend. "I mean, looking at the state she managed to reduce the infamous She-Devil, you can't even hold an ant against her."
Osamu's hold on Fuyuko's right hand tightened, lowering his head to lean against her own head while at it. "'m not lettin' some random pig lay 'er hands on Fuyu." Osamu affirmed, narrowing his eyes and glaring into his poor phone.
