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Oct. 25th
Monday
Fukuzawa contemplated quietly as he looked around the room. How had his life come to this?
“DAZAI GIVE ME BACK MY FUC- sorry Mr. Fuzawa, FREAKING HAT YOU STUPID MACKEREL!!”
He watch silently as the young 8 year old chased his friend (were they even friends? There dynamic confused the old man) around the room. It appeared that Dazai had stolen his hat again.
Finally, with a heavy sigh, we went over to the two boys. He solemnly picked the feisty thief up and draped him over his shoulder with much complaint (and very apparent snickering from the small redhead) and took the hat out of his hands and returned it to Chuuya.
He then set Dazai back down and returned to his desk. He watched the clock silently, waiting.
“Hey, we’re here Mr. Fuzawa!”
Ah, there they were.
Ms. Yosano and her girlfriend, Ms. Kouyou, entered the room, much to the joy of the children.
Immediately, the formerly angry ginger ran up to his older sister and started enthusiastically telling her all about his day so far, which earned him a pat on the head.
The two women had been working here for almost three years now, ever since Chuuya started attending. You see, after the disappearance of their parents, he had fallen into Kouyou’s sole custody. And as much as she loved him, she couldn’t be there for him the entire day, she still had school.
And soon it too became apparent that she needed to get a job to support them. So, she started working here after school and Chuuya started attending with his neighbor Dazai. Soon, her girlfriend Yosano also joined the staff, and things have been wonderful ever since.
After all the excitement turned down, the children went back to whatever they had been doing before. And seeing how everything was now calm, Fukuzawa opened his book.
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Atsushi was annoyed.
All had been fine moments earlier, when him and Aku had been playing cops and robbers. But then the meanie stole my tiger, which is absolutely unforgivable (even though it was technically game-wise, but that doesn’t matter, okay!!!)
So in return, I stole his coat. But then he started saying that cops weren’t allowed to do the stealing, which is stupid. So now here we are.
“Give me back my coat Jinko!”
“Nah-ah, not until you give back my tiger! And stop calling me Jinko!”
“No, I won’t stop cause- well, I won’t. And you’re overreacting!!”
“I am not!”
“You are too!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Not!”
“Too!”
“Not!”
“Too!”
“Not!”
“Too!l”
In a flash of anger, I proceeded to jump on him. “Say sorry!”, I demanded as I lay on top of him.
A moment of silence passed.
“Aku, you okay?”, I asked worried. Usually he would respond back with some sort of quip. I looked down, and for some reason his face was bright red. I immediately got off him.
“OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY ARE YOU SICK OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY-“
I felt his both of his hands on my cheeks. “I’m fine! Stop worrying stupid Jinko.”
For some reason my face started feeling really warm, but that probably meant nothing. I flicked his nose, and then he removed his hands and flicked mine back, which caused us both to laugh. We then proceeded to go back to playing, a different game this time.
But for some reason, all I could think about was how nice it felt for him to hold my face, and wishing he would do it again.
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