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Boredom had driven them out of their school as a group, it was a decent day, sunny, warm, no wind and few clouds. The perfect day to play hooky, didn’t matter to them that they’d started mid class. Oga had had a brief instance of sympathy for their teacher, those Saint Ishiyama High teachers could be so earnest in the days before the class broke them. This one had lasted much longer than the others, putting up with their bullshit. But as they’d not so slowly or subtly trickled out the door he’d seen her getting more and more disheartened.
But that hadn’t lasted long. Furuichi had waltzed out the room and met him in the hall, the only one to hold out more than five minutes, and his brain forgot all about her. Now, they were on their way to an arcade to pass the day away. No one much feeling like getting the shit beat out of them for fun on such a fine afternoon.
The road they were on wasn’t terribly busy this time of day but a few cars had passed them by. Behind him he could hear one coming up, louder, faster than the others, not that he was actually paying it any mind, just background noise as the absence of Furuichi blared into the forefront of his mind.
He looked around for him, didn’t see him on either side, then stopped and turned around and found him a few meters back staring into a window display, distracted. He went to call out ot him when the screeching of tires ripped through the air and his vision tunneled. Heading straight for him, an out of control car swerving across the road.
Oga was moving before conscious thought ever suggested the idea. Arms out to grab him as he too turned at the noise. Not fast enough.
“Yuki!” His hand clenched tight around Furuichi’s arm and he yanked him back, wrapped his arms around him and turned them away, crouching to the floor as the car bounced off the curb and slammed into building above their heads raining glass and brick down over them.
Oga had Furuichi pressed into the pavement beneath him, covering his body with his own, curled around him. In front of him the wheels of the car spun wildly, turning this way and that as though the driver was trying to wriggle the car free. Not that it was going anywhere.
“Hey!” He yelled over the seemingly roaring engine burning above them, he gently jostled Furuichi who peeked up at him, their faces close.
“Did you just call me Yuki in front of everyone?” Was what he said, cheeky smile gracing his lips. Oga sighed and rested his head against Furuichi’s.
“Shut the fuck up. Are you okay?” He asked quietly and Furuichi nodded.
“My hero, be better once we get out from under here though.”
Oga kissed his hair and started to wriggle off him, just in time as well as the others accompanying them had unfrozen from their shock and horror and were frantically shoving debris out of the way of their escape. Fingers curling around the bottom of the car to lift it off them.
He pushed Furuichi out first then crawled out as quick as he could as the car, building and the delinquents started groaning. On his feet he attached himself to Furuichi’s side, not touching yet, but being a barrier between him and the others whilst he got his emotions under wraps so he wouldn’t burst into tears until they were alone much later.
The delinquents crowded, asking questions and pushing and prodding at them until Oga chased them off when he felt a small tugging on the back of his shirt. He snapped that they were going home, don’t follow them, leave them alone and stalked off with Furuichi at his side, on the inside. Arm around his waist, to keep him close.