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"Asahi-senpai!"

Asahi flinched, looking in all directions down the hallway in search for the person who had called him out. Around him, people had started to whisper. Phrases such as 'first year girl' and 'pimping her out' floated to his ears and he instantly knew who it was that had been saying his name. He quickened his pace towards his classroom, feeling that he would rather not deal with the rambunctious first year so early on in the morning.

"Asahi-senpai, wait!"

A small hand latched itself onto his arm and Asahi had to keep himself from nearly shrieking in surprise when he was turned around forcefully. A frown formed onto his lips as he stared down at [Name], noticing that she had started huffing and puffing from running after the long legged male.

"Finally," she panted, one hand on her knee as she tried to catch her breath. "You walk very fast Asahi-senpai. I almost couldn't catch up with you."

Asahi wanted to tell her that it was intended for her not to catch him. "What is it you needed, [Name]-san?"

Smiling brightly, [Name] released her grip on the older male's arm before digging through her school bag. As she searched for an object—Asahi was sure she was searching for her journal—she spoke to him in hushed tones.

"I need to borrow your switch blade."

"M-My what?!" Asahi felt the blood drain from his face, hoping nobody had overheard her request. The last thing he wanted was another rumor about him floating around. "[Name]-san, I don't have one!"

"But look at you!" [Name] gestured to the male in front of her, her hand waving up and down his physical appearance. "You're scary looking! You're bound to have some sort of weapon on you, right?"

In a panic, Asahi placed his large hand over her mouth. He could already hear some of the other students present whispering harsh words. "[Name]-san, I don't have one of those," Asahi said, speaking lowly in order to hint to the girl that he didn't want any unneeded attention. "Even if I did, I wouldn't bring it to school."

Letting go of his hold her mouth, Asahi only received a pout from the young girl. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, abandoning her search for her book. "Now how am I supposed to scratch at the page in my book?"

"Use your nails!"

[Name] sighed, deciding to agree with Asahi's logical—albeit highly lame—idea. Turning on her heel, she waved a goodbye. "See you later at the usual place… Pimp-sama."

Asahi wanted to scream.

…Scratch using a sharp object.