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[b]Yasuo Ojima x Kuzunao Sakamori -[@banjoanjo][/b][/center]

[indent] The silence rolled in like a morning fog, so unnoticed and quiet that it felt eerie to stand in its presence. He contemplated the good… the bad… and the horrendously scary ugly. The slight chance that he’d lose all control again and savagely assault his teacher, that he'd bring shame and eternal stains to his father. 

To the man that saved him from loneliness. 

He sighed [i]nothing[/i] out. It was one of those muted breaths that was all that someone could conjure when faced with a desperate choice. It was the norm for him it seemed and he hated it so much. The blankness of his face felt genuine in that moment at least; it belonged with him. [i]It[/i] was him. 

Finally he gathered the will to say, [b] “If… If you really think you can restrain me if need be, then yes, Kuzunao-sensei, I’ll do it.”[/b] He stammered the next words out like a cry of help. [b] “B-But I refuse  to involve another student in this and if you, for a moment think you’ll be on the other end of that beating in the video, than hell no.”[/b]

He calmed himself after seconds of heavy breathing. [b] “I don’t know what I’d do if I messed up beauty like yours.”[/b] Yasuo whispered, stuffing his hands in his pockets and tensing every muscle in his being again, the energy from the bar too was stiffened. He felt himself almost turn away from her but he stopped mid-way, obscuring his face from view.  [/indent]