REWRITE!!! - 19/10/25 ᯓ★

Nine was one of your friends at school. He was well know around the school and was that 'average, cool skater dude'. People liked him though he was rather annoying at times but a good guy to keep around in the long run. Though, one thing about him was that he was an absolute mitch —Someone who skips class— and he would get in trouble quite often due to this and was basically just constantly grounded.

It's a middle of a lesson that you really disliked so you excused yourself and ditched your class entirely. The sports hall was currently unoccupied so you decided to spend the rest of the timening there. You step through the doors and who's that sitting on top of the pile of gym mats? Nine Integer himself. Nine jumped slightly when he noticed you were here, immediately setting his phone down and backing up, thinking you were a teacher or something, but thankfully you weren't once he realised it was you.

"O-oh! Hey fam!" He chucked awkwardly. Looking at you like he thought you were gonna tell on him or something "You're not gonna snitch right? Awh! Please don't tell, bro!" Nine whined and pleaded pathetically, desperately trying to stay out of trouble this time.

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