Amid the room's expectant gaze, I somehow managed to maintain composure, suppressing the urge to succumb to panic. Though seemingly fixed in a glare, my eyes bore a silent condemnation that could have defeated the knucklehead on the spot.

As all eyes remained fixed upon me, I strolled towards the whiteboard, striving to maintain a semblance of grace, lest I stumble and meet an embarrassing fate. The audacity of Xion! I do draw but I harbor disdain for rendering maps, flora, or inanimate objects. Men, in particular, are best confined to the pages of my sketchbook—therein they remain benign.

Reluctantly, Xion handed me the marker, erasing his misstep, as the teacher sought a volunteer to read aloud. "Um... Xion can read... for I am to chart the map instead of him," I interjected urgently, preempting his retreat to his seat, lest the teacher select another candidate. Standing before an audience is daunting enough, and yet I spoke out of turn—serves you right! I would have remained seated, meticulously completing a sketch of Yuzuru Hanyu…

Xion halted, registering my words, as I turned to the teacher.

 "I shall, but not now. My apologies, I don’t have my textbook right now," he declared.

"Very well, take mine," the teacher offered, retrieving test papers from his notebook.

"Oh, right. I accidentally took your book. You may have it back," Leon announced, addressing the assembly of twenty-three,  and proceeded to retrieve the textbook from Xion's vacant seat. These jesters are adept at fabricating falsehoods with such ease.

Stomping his foot Xion walked to him and snatched his textbook, while I resumed sketching he commenced reading. 

Upon completing a rudimentary map, I returned to my seat, while Xion continued to read, uninterrupted by the teacher, who instead pulled his chair alongside him. Typically, three students would have been rotated for such a task. He had been reading for far too long now.

He seems particularly harsh towards Xion, he manages to provoke everyone's ire.

Craving the peace I walk to my sanctuary, I scanned for any prying eyes before slipping into a stall and securing the lock.

Lord! In the hast, I had forgotten my notebook and phone. Restless, I settled onto the seat, a tinge of regret creeping in, as I pondered what to do.

"I am sure someone saw us running," voice laced with concern.

I sigh. No peace in here today too. I might as well see who it is today!

"Silence!" came the almost guttural growl from one of the individuals.

Their discordant bickering and the persistent rattling of the doorknob continued just like before. Who really is this?

Should I intervene? 

"They are all non-operational, and this one is freakin’ stuck”," he insisted, punctuating his words with a forceful impact against the door.

Excessive noise will undoubtedly attract the attention of the faculty. 

With a final resounding thud, I hastened to my feet ready to unlock the door with the desire to this jinxed person. Had he exercised patience and composure, the lock would have yielded with a mere click. Instead, the door careened forward, colliding with me and nearly crushing me against the wall. I collapsed to the ground, my form that of a discarded marionette, struggling to draw breath.

"Success!" exclaimed the other, his voice tinged with a hint of triumph.

"Hush, someone was inside, and they have been—"

My eyes, clouded with disorientation, registered the anxious figure's words. 

"Oh, dear, she appears to be in a rather dire state, Tanaka—" the speaker began, but my thoughts were consumed by incredulity. How did he know my name? They would not leave this stall unscathed!

"Can you hear us?" the anxious one queried, his tone now filled with profound concern.

"Yes, you sh*thead," I retorted through clenched teeth, my eyes fluttering open as I delivered a stinging blow to the nearest face.

The individual recoiled, howling in pain. My vision, still obscured, discerned a figure with brown hair and brown eyes—Xion! I should have struck harder!!

The other one, struggling to suppress his amusement, extended a hand toward me. I slapped it away.

" at least feign some semblance of concern!" I seethed, hating the sight of his smirk.

"Ah, yes, of course. Are you well?" he inquired, his smirk morphing into a more neutral expression.

"Do I appear well to you?" I snapped, exasperated. "Just leave," I commanded, leveling a withering glare in his direction as I stood up on my shaky feet.

A moment later, I had to rise with their assistance, all the while vehemently venting my frustrations directly at them. As I emerged from the stall, we found ourselves locked in a bewildered gaze.

"Ah, you still need to utilize the facilities," I reminded Xion, who now stood very calmly.

Xion murmured, gently patting his stomach. "I think I'm good now."

"A false alarm? Nonsense. Just get in there," Leon forcefully nudged him toward the restroom, despite his resistance.

"No, it's true. I don't need to go now," Xion managed to say, struggling for breath.

" Just go in already!" Leon urged, his voice tinged with exasperation.

"Bro, it truly was a false alarm," Xion protested from beneath Leon's grasp.

"Ah, I'll step away then," I remarked.

"I-I, uh," Xion stammered, his face flushing, while Leon persistently attempted to guide him into the bathroom.

He wasn't deceiving us. Considering his earlier anxiety and subsequent calm, it was apparent that it was indeed a false alarm. However, Leon seemed unwilling to accept this.

"Why are you kids making such a racket? Return to your classes!" bellowed the irate teacher in the corridor. Although she hadn't yet appeared, her footsteps drew nearer.

Oh, Lord!

We had erred. Trouble loomed large. Most concerning the possibility of my hideout being discovered, especially with two boys in the girls' bathroom—quite the compromising situation. They would have no escape if the teacher decided to investigate.

In the blink of an eye, they had both locked themselves in the stalls. They possessed a tiny bit of wit after all. Moments before the teacher could reprimand us, I stepped outside and informed her that the lock had jammed and, upon forcing it open, it had struck me. Luckily, she overlooked all the commotion caused by knuckleheads.

Later that day, I found myself in the infirmary. I could only hope that no one had witnessed their departure from the restroom.

Good grief, they certainly play with fire.

If anyone caught sight of them, their reputations would be irreparably tarnished.