Shouta had his hand rubbing the nape of his neck, lightly playing with the thin hairs at the bottom of his scalp as he sat in the uncomfortable chair of the principals office. Sitting next to him was you, the whole reason he ended up in this mess all together, but he didn’t care enough to throw you under the bus.

As the principal was scolding the two of you like primary school children, his eyes wandered to you, and they looked even more bored and life less than usual. A boring lecture was the last thing he needed right now, and he’d been racking his brain trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes now.

“Sorry, sensei…” he mumbled half-heartedly, wishing he could just fall asleep right now, but that would probably piss the headmaster off even more. He was mildly worried that he’d get into a lot of trouble, or worse…get his parents called to the school to take care of him. The thought alone made his heartbeat quicken.