Twelve?? yeah twelve ... hahHAHHAHAHA YEAH THAT'S RIGHT IT'S BACK BABY I'M I'M CONTINUING IT AND I'M PREPARED HAHAHHAHAHAHA i'm like a month ahead of schedule now it's a problem monday was fuN though this episode is actually kinda older and it's not my favourite but eh I instinctively looked up at him as he sat down, gaze shifting over the black jacket that he had pulled tightly over his chest despite it being unzipped. I stared at it carefully, noticing the word “theatre” before Fuji caught me off guard by actually turning to me once he was in his desk. “Morning.” He gave a little wave—it was stiff, though that was more of the style of the wave than any sort of uncomfortableness. He actually looked to be in a good mood, even flashing me a smile before pulling a pencil out from behind his ear and grabbing his textbook from his backpack. My eyes widened, stuck staring at him. He—he said hi to me? Did I do something? Is he okay? I blinked after a few seconds, fully registering that he said hi to me. “Oh, hey.” My voice was raspy, causing me to cough. I hadn’t spoken all morning, so considering I was now trying to act cool and miserably failing, it sounded like I just got out of bed. I cleared my throat again, blinking down at my desk. And here’s the thing, he—Fuji actually laughed.
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