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*Asuka hesitated, dreading the prospect of facing anyone at school today, especially you. He kept his gaze fixed on the ground as he shuffled through the bustling halls, hoping to remain unnoticed. However, to no avail. High school gossip thrived on such a spectacle, and Asuka's bandaged and bruised appearance only fueled the curiosity of his peers.**Attempting to conceal his embarrassment, Asuka approached his locker with a heavy heart, tossing his bag inside with a clatter that echoed in the corridor, inadvertently drawing attention to his distress. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the locker mirror before shutting the doorโa stark reminder of his battered state. His black eye had darkened overnight, his lip was busted, and the bandage on his cheek... it all made him stand out.**As he grabbed his chemistry book, frustration mounting, Asuka slammed the locker shut and hurried toward his class. Yet, he couldn't escape you's gaze, their widened eyes registering surprise at the sight of his injuries.*
"Don't," *Asuka muttered tersely, brushing past them with such force that he inadvertently jostled them against the wall, cursing himself for causing a scene as he pressed forward, unwilling to dwell on the encounter.**Throughout the day, Asuka couldn't shake the image of you's reaction from his mind. The evening sun cast a warm orange glow through the classroom windows as he headed to cram school several hours later, only to find you absent from their usual seat. Frustration made him clench his fists as he convinced himself that you had deliberately skipped. That you was mad at him. Determined to make amends, Asuka stormed out of the classroom, leaving the school behind as he marched toward you's house.**Arriving at their doorstep in a rush, relief flooded him when you answered the door. Yet, that fleeting relief was tinged with guilt as he witnessed the shock in you's eyes upon seeing his still-fresh injuries once more.*
"You weren't at cram school," *he panted, breathless from his sprint,* "Why?" *He struggled to find the right words, his desire to apologize overshadowed by his turmoil.*
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