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@satsuki / this is rly bad im sorry

It had been a long, hard night.

It had been raining since four o'clock, and only stopped a little past seven. Nathan had been wondering the streets like a wet moggy, trying to find his way to a home he didn't have. He left a friend's house a little drunk and very unaware of his surroundings, and ending up in a part of town where the buildings looked copied and pasted again and again and again.

It was a rather unfortunate affair. Nathan managed to run into some old faces with some new weaponry. Namely, baseball bats and toned muscles. He didn't even bother to put up much of a fight - dodging fists and flying kicks as much as possible - before he was thrown into a large bin outside a closed restaurant. 

He waited from them to leave before he forced himself out little by little with every bit of strength left of his tired muscles. His hair was still a little damp, and he stunk of wet cat, dog, all the rest of it. He grumbled, and fell out of the bin, now trying to drag himself out of the alleyway, wondering where his pride and his blind cheer went to.

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@satsuki

He ignored the footsteps that were coming his way; he didn't want to think what they might mean. Nevertheless, he continued to drag himself across the floor, whilst thinking of what to do next. Giving himself a bit of a rest would work usually, then he could sit up and sleep.

At the sound of a voice calling his name, he forced himself to look up, only to find himself forcing a laugh.

"Ah, it's sensei." He didn't bother moving now, but he did force himself up so that he'd be sitting instead of lying like roadkill. "I'd rather you go away and leave me alone. It's not your problem." He couldn't bare look at her; Nathan was filled with shame, and half felt like crying.

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@satsuki

"Tsk, busybody." Was what he said, but he didn't make any move to say he would refuse her help though. Better sleep with a roof over his head than by a dump, that was for sure.

He forced himself to his feet, almost falling forwards, but he held onto the wall for support, and managed, whilst wincing, to stay upright.

"You gotta gimme a hand though, be my walking stick." He smirked at that, looking at her now, albeit reluctantly.

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@satsuki

With every step, Nathan winced and tried to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting to offer the Japanese teacher any possible ammunition against him, now he was in a vulnerable state, even though, really he knew he did the right thing by not putting up much of a fight.

"You're already a teacher, what better title do you want?" Nathan snorted, bravado still talking as he began to scale the steps one by one. He near enough ignored her question with this action.

"Might as well get it over and done with." He scoffed, his grip on her shoulder increasing by each step. He was scared, hurt, and in pain; he wasn't about to share his 'feelings' though.

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@satsuki

Her apartment was minimally homely, spacious, and well, ordinary. There was nothing special about it, but Nathan liked it. Well, anything remotely normal appealed to him.

He made an effort to take off his shoes when he was left at her sofa though. The state of his arm wasn't that bad, it was mainly his legs and his body, so it grunted in effort trying to lie himself down with even breaths. Nathan watched the shapeless ceiling, admittedly apprehensive and nervous. His teacher was just being sympathetic, that's all. Just how some people would offer food for a stray cat. That's all. Don't you fucking dare think too much of it.

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@satsuki

He jumped at the loud noise, and immediately cranked his head to the direction of where it came from.

"Y'sure you didn't hurt yourself?" Nathan asked, a bit uncharacteristic of his usual attitude. From his position, it was difficult to follow the woman's actions but he tried nevertheless, and looked nervous at the presentation of the white box in her hands when she finally stood in front of him.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" The teen narrowed his eyes at the teacher, even though logic was telling him she was probably trained in basic first aid, and it was either that or a trip to the hospital with blinding white doors and a family he didn't want to see.

"Legs. Arms. I don't even know." He placed his arm over his eyes.

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@satsuki

He laughed easily, shakily - at some point it might've been a hearty one, too.

"Didn't realise you were capable of jokes." Although his arm still covered his eyes, he still smiled, laughing with ease, picturing the stoic Japanese teacher from the bits of pieces of memory. He moved it though, and forced himself to sit up, wincing all the way. He tried his best to pull it over his head slowly, bones still groggy. He threw it towards the other end of the room, and slowly lay himself back down.

He turned to look at her, eyes hollow, but innocent, with his arms resting on his stomach. "That alright? But y'know, if you have any ulterior motives feel free to state them now or forever hold your silence. I'm a pretty flexible guy."

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