"Soma?", Mariana tapped his shoulder, he flinched slightly at the sudden touch, raising a brow back to her,
"Hmm?...", Soma turned in his chair to look at her,
"You okay?, you spaced out", Mariana asked out of concern,
"You've spaced out alot this afternoon", Amy chirped, leaning on his table,
"I'm fine, just tired", Soma smiled faintly leaning on his hand. Amy and Mariana looked at each other not buying it,
"Have you eaten?", Yuuto placed down the book he was reading and gave him a stern look,
"I need to piss", Soma got up annoyed by all the questions and walked out the door,
"Little shit", Amy mumbled rolling her eyes,
"Hes doing it again", Mariana slumped in her chair,
"Doing what?", Yuuto asked curiously leaning his chin in his hand,
"Pushing us out", Amy huffed, balancing some glue sticks on top of each other in boredom,
"Pushing you out?", Yuuto asked confused,
"He 'closes up' sometimes, goes into his own bubble you could say, its like... He's there but he's not?", Mariana explained,
"Hes getting better though, this is the first time in a while", Amy turned and smiled at brightly.
Soma pushed the door to the boys bathroom, it swung open and banged the wall, he walked over to the sinks and washed some water onto his face, he looked at himself in the mirror,
"Wow you look like death", Soma laughed slightly talking to himself, he stopped laughing as his stomach churned, he burst into one of the toilet stalls and threw up violently into the toilet.
"He's been gone ages, Yuuto would you mind going to find the dunderhead for us", Amy asked politely smiling,
"Sure", Yuuto smiled back placing his book on the table and getting up from his chair,
"Try the vending machines first he's probably craving the gross potato crisps that they have in them", Mariana shuddered disgusted, she hated crisps with a passion, "If not there, then try the boys toilets down the corridor", Mariana smiled and waved.
Yuuto weeved through the mass of weed smoking, angsty teens that clogged the corridors, he stopped at the old vending machines and looked around, "No Soma", He muttered to himself putting his hands in his pockets, "Did say he need a piss...", He continued muttering to himself as he started to the toilets down the corridor from him, He stopped as he arrived at the door, he pushed it open, "Please be in here, don't make me look through all the other bathrooms", He pleaded to himself, As he opened the door fully he heard someone cursing to themselves in the end stall, he walked over and knocked on the door gently,
"T-this one's very clearly taken, g-go to a different stall", Soma stuttered slightly,
"Soma?", Yuuto asked,
"Yuuto!", The door swung open, Yuuto put his arm over his nose as the smell to sick hit him like a bullet. "Thank the lord hallelujah, you have to help me clean this up", Soma pleaded looking back at the mess of a stall, a shiver passed down his spine,
"How does someone throw that much up", Yuuto asked bewildered, there was some sick on the floor, wall and on the seat of the toilet, "It smells like death", Yuuto commented still covering his nose with his arm,
"You'll help me clean it though right?", Soma looked at him in panic,
"Yeah obviously, I'm not just going to leave you here to clean by yourself",
"You know I didn't like you very much when I met you but you ain't that bad", Soma smiled punching him in the arm,
"Thanks-... I think?...", Yuuto smiled back with a small short chuckle,
"Right now how are we going to clean this", Soma pondered, they both stood staring at it completely stumped.
After the death of his uncle 4 years ago, Ryuuji Soma has been gloomy and withdrawn from his family and friends since, usually staying shut away in his room until he had to go to school the next day. Until he meets the new transfer student, a hyperactive boy named Fujio Yuuto who just won't give up on becoming his friend, and progressively more than that, the story focuses on high school kids dealing with love and new feelings they develop.
Its not a work of art im aware, and i also dont really care, so please enjoy, and if you dont, you dont.
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