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What the…

Kouki’s brow furrowed deeper as he watched the last performance, the shock and disgust in his mind translating directly to disgust on his face. There were people with strange faces and people with weird abilities and people with extra body parts, but this was the first time he saw someone so...gross. At no time in his life had he ever thought about wanting to see someone twisted into a flesh-coil or stuffed into a bottle. That was the stuff of fiction, after all, the stuff of body horror rendered in ink and printed across the world to shock and delight audiences. To see that reflected in…Yozakura-san was it? That did a number on him.

Definitely someone to avoid during practical exams. He didn’t even want to think about how it’d feel to have her wrapped around him like rope, or anything else as gross as that.

At least he didn’t throw up. At least. But he did sway a little more as he stepped out of the gym back into the classroom. Thankfully, the following classes were less psychologically traumatizing. He kept his head down, kept his wits about him, and went through it without being selected for anything like, gods forbid, answering questions on the blackboard. Easy and quick, like all school days ought to be.

Lunch though…that was the problem.

Today’s weather was good. Rooftops were off-limits.

The sun was pretty bright. Back of the school was off-limits.

First floor had too many students. Hallways were off-limits.

Classmates were mostly social and hadn’t formed cliques yet. Classroom was off-limits.

Clubs were doing demonstrations. Extracurricular rooms were off-limits.

Yozakura was at the gym. Gym was off-limits.

Wandering through the school with his headphones on and his face set to ‘do not approach’, Kouki eventually found himself a snug spot beneath the west wing staircase between the second floor and the third floor of the school. It was a bit on the dusty side, but it was less musty than the equipment warehouse, and it was quiet too, outside of the pipes that gurgled somewhere within the wall. He squatted down, placed his hands together in gratitude, and resolved two things.

One, he’ll try harder to be social tomorrow.

Two, he’ll have to eat all of this today.

Foreign vocals blasted into his ears as Kouki began his lunchtime food challenge.