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"Did he really not recognize you?"
"That's what I'm trying to fucking figure out!"
Lovino crouched next to the curb, running shaky hands through his hair.
Kiku stood near him, holding car keys. He used to listen intently, always trying to think of solutions to the Italian's problems. But lately he realized that the most he could do to help Lovi was let him vent.
So that's what he did as the two high school seniors hovered in the school parking lot before class. Lovino wore an auburn zipped hoodie. He began zipping it open and closed nervously.
"I'm pretty sure he knew it was me. And you know what? The asshole looked like a fucking skater kid or some sh-"
"Hey Vargas!" Lovi raised his head in the direction of his last name. "On your knees as usual, I see!"
A chorus of laughs let out to the left of him. Of course. Lovi rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing off his jeans.
He turned to face the source of the voice, Gilbert Beilschmidt, a kid in his grade who told just about anyone that would listen how goddamn German he was.
My parents were born there and I have dual citizen ship, he'd brag.
And for some reason, he hated Lovi. Maybe because, during a particularly grueling classroom incident in which Gilbert ranted about how much better Germans were than Americans, Lovino had loudly told him to shove his heritage up his ass. In front of the entire class.
"I was crouching you ignorant shit." Lovino's glared at the group of infamous blondes (Alfred and Franny were there too. They were always with Gil.) across the small lot. Kiku eyed him wearily but Lovi turned on his heels before the Japanese teen could speak, heading towards the school doors and ignoring Gilbert's next strand of insults.
After a moment, the dark-haired teen began to follow.
He wondered if Lovi was going to be alright.