[ he doesn't text him back. not even after he slips out into the halls to check, tentative as he pokes into the brown paper bag. not after he'd looked, twice, just to make sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing.
not even after he slid down to sit on the floor, knees drawn up, bag cradled against his chest, his brow furrowed and lips pulled into a deep frown.
falls to knees
not even after he slid down to sit on the floor, knees drawn up, bag cradled against his chest, his brow furrowed and lips pulled into a deep frown.
what's he trying to prove, anyway...
nisaka already knew he was wrong. ]