My 5th period is Art. Tsuyoshi happens to be in that class too.
The teacher began attendance. I wasn't too focused on what she was saying, or what names she was saying out loud. She had almost called me absent. But when she called out Tsuyoshi, I was all ears.
I looked around me, then realized that he wasn't present. How long would it take for him to get out of the bathroom? -..
Was he alright?
I thought of lying and saying that I had to go to the bathroom. I didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone with water. But I also didn't feel comfortable lying to the teacher.
I gave myself sometime to analyze the situation, then decided.
As soon as the teacher got close, I asked her if I could go to the bathroom.
She said yes, and the minute I left the classroom and was out of sight from the windows, I ran like hell.
He was going to be alright, right?
My doubt began to slow down my running.
No, he'll be fine.. There's no way he'll think like that.
I began to run even faster.
Eventually I got to the bathroom. I walked in, then held my breath.
One, I didn't want Tsuyoshi to know that I was here.
Two, it stunk in there.
Exhausted, I took in a silent inhale. Hopefully he couldn't hear me.
...Silence.
"Tsuyoshi-Kun?" I called out.
...
"Tsuyoshi!"
...
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