"Hello, sensei," Takuro finally said, looking up to the man at the door while one palm pressed the side of Itsuki's face into the floor and the other one pinned down the boy's empty hand. His breath was heavy and his cheeks were coloured from the effort of struggling with Itsuki. "We were just cleaning up and I fell over."
He smiled, and nonchalantly stretched and sprawled higher on Itsuki's chest to block the scroll on the ground from Iwata-sensei's view.
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"Hello, sensei," Takuro finally said, looking up to the man at the door while one palm pressed the side of Itsuki's face into the floor and the other one pinned down the boy's empty hand. His breath was heavy and his cheeks were coloured from the effort of struggling with Itsuki. "We were just cleaning up and I fell over."
He smiled, and nonchalantly stretched and sprawled higher on Itsuki's chest to block the scroll on the ground from Iwata-sensei's view.