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Charles walked up to Isagi, Kurona, Kiyora and Nanase during break. “Hey, do you guys think I stink?” He asked in a genuine tone. “Well that one way to start a conversation.” Kiyora said. “I need you guys to be honest.”
Kurona sniffed. “You smell fine fine”
“Do I really?” Charles asked with suspicion. “Why are you so hung up about this? You asked me the other day if you smelled. What’s going on?” Nanase asked. “Nothing exactly but at the same time that’s the problem.” Charles sulked a bit while looking a bit defeated. “What’s wrong?” Isagi asked.
“It’s Niko. He just..doesn’t seem to like me.” Everyone looked at each other then Charles like he’s crazy. “Aren’t you two together?” Kiyora asked with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, yeah..but he just..” Charles paused then looked around. He leaned in and everyone did the same. “Don’t tell him I told you guys this but anytime we’re approaching second base he just gets sick and runs off to vomit.” He whispered.
“Everything always seems to be going well until we get there and I’m starting to think he’s not actually into me. And if it’s not that he doesn’t like me then I have to try and find out what it is about me that disgusts him so much about me that he can’t even go slightly past kissing without throwing up.”
“I mean, who said it was about you?” Kiyora asked. “Huh?” Charles looked at him. “What do you mean?” Kiyora took a breath. “Who said it was about you? It could just be a personal thing that’s about him. I mean don’t know if he just does that or if it’s a quirk of his.”
“I wouldn’t go that far as to call it a quirk cause it isn’t exactly good for him.” Isagi interrupted. “Not to mention it isn’t exactly his first time vomiting when anything sexual is involved involved." Kurona added. “It’s not?” Charles asked as he tilted his head in confusion. “Have you really not noticed?” Kurona asked. Charles shook his head. “When Naruhaya’s secret was shown shown?”
“I’m sure at least of of everyone also felt a bit sick while watching.”
“When someone only mentioned Naruhuaya's secret?”
“He probably just couldn’t handle thinking about it in detail.”
“How many times has he vomited when he’s with you when you two are starting to touch in the sensual way way?”
“Everytime.”
“Well, there you go go. All of those times something sexual was involved he threw up up.” Charles went silent. “You actually might be onto something. I’ll have to figure something out to make him feel better.” Charles had run off. “Dorks in relationships are hopeless, am I right?” Kiyora joked as he looked at Kurona. “I wouldn’t go that far far.” Kiyora saw that the joke didn’t land. “Right. My bad.”
After school, Isagi wanted to see if Bachira was back home. “Why don’t you give him at least a day day? He might need some time to himself since not only did he not go to school but he left before the sun rose rose.” Kurona said as he was walking with Isagi. “I just want him to know that I’ll be there for him. And maybe he might even tell me what’s going on.” Kurona gave Isagi a non enthusiastic look. “I don’t think that’ll be all it takes since it’s gonna be bad if it’s gotten Bachira of all people to avoid everyone.
“You don’t know that. Maybe I might make him comfortable enough for him to give me the whole story. You never know.” Isagi said in a way that he was mostly trying to convince himself rather than Kurona. When they finally got to his house, Isagi knocked on the door. Bachira's mom opened the door. “Hey, Isagi, Kurona. Are you boys here for Meguru?” She asked with a smile. “Yes ma’am, is he back?” Isagi asked as he saw Aiya playing with her smaller twin’s face as he just silently stared at her while holding his teddy from behind her. “Yes, he got home 10 minutes ago. He should be in his room.” She moved out of the way to invite the two inside.
They entered, gave short greetings to the kids and went upstairs. When they got to Bachira’s room they heard a few concerning noises of breaking and shattering from beyond the closed door. Isagi knocked. Nothing. He gave a few more louder knocks. Still nothing. He slowly opened the door to peek inside, he couldn’t help but feel a bit scared at what he was seeing.
Bachira was repeatedly banging on a framed photo with a hammer, smashing the already broken glass into even smaller pieces. He was gripping at both the frame and hammer so hard the veins in both of his hands were perfectly visible. He was clearly upset, his expression was furious but he was also silently crying as he was breathing super hard. He was muttering the same words over and over again in a very low angry, hurt tone. All he was saying was “fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her fuck her.”
Isagi was instantly scared to even say anything but then he noticed that not only did he have some shards in his hands but in his rage he was accidentally missing the frame and hit his hand a few times, making it look a bit bruised and bloody but it was probably the adrenaline that made him not notice he was hitting his hand nor the glass protruding.
Isagi rushed in once he noticed Bachira’s hand. “Bachira, what are you doing?” Bachria instantly stopped to look up at his partner. “Isagi!?” Bachira quickly put the frame and hammer behind his back. “What are you doing here? It’s a practice day.”
“Well I just might not go for a while if this is what you’re doing while you’re away.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bachira responded. Isagi’s face fell. “Don’t start with that I just-” Kurona tapped on Isagi’s shoulder. “I’m gonna go home, my mom just texted. I’ll see you there there.” he walked out. “But yeah, Bachira, I just saw you. Show me what you’re hiding.” Isagi held out his hand. “I’m not hiding anything, see?” Bachira showed both his hands revealing the beaten and bleeding one. “Oh shit.” Once Bachria saw his hand the pain immediately shot through him. “OW! fuck, fuck, fuck, god dammit.” he held his hand as he looked and felt the damage. Bachira’s sudden yelling startled Isagi which just made him start panicking.
Isagi rushed to the bathroom and panicked as he got the first aid kit. He went back to Bachira. “The hell is wrong with you? Jesus you did a number on your hand.” Isagi scolded as he picked out the glass with tweezers. They sat on Bachira's bed in silence with every now and then Isagi glancing up as he was working on the shattered glass. Bachira was looking away, not looking at Isagi even once.