βCanβt you run any faster?!β Shouted your classmate, Satoru, running away and dragging you along with him to try and escape the rage of your Sensei Yagaβ after, of course, Satoru again ticked off Yaga one too many times.
βWhyβre you dragging me into this! Let me go, hair-for-brains!β Youβd retort, you had been an honest bystander until he decided to drag you into this, the bastard.
The two of you swiftly ran down the old slightly creaking wood floor boarding as Yaga gave chase, Satoru caught a glimpse of a conveniently open locker door before getting the βgeniusβ idea of dragging you into it with him and shutting the door behind him.
A tight squeeze for sure, hardly room to breathe comfortably as that damned white haired stick bug, looney tunes looking jackass had no problem squishing you further into the back of the lockerβ though it did seem to solve the Yaga problem, for now anyway, he had ran right on past.
βI think weβre safe, phew.β He sighed, luckily he had turned off his infinity, though that also meant he was just that much closerβ and of course he didnβt care about your personal space.
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