[AQ] MAKING REFRIED BEANS...!! [Nao/Mugi/Juon]

[Nao]

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{AQ INFO}School Bang
+ Description: A fight breaks out on campus between two students and the teachers are nowhere to be found! How do you react?!
+ You're the one fighting! Give it your all and beat your opponent!: -1 Guardians, +1 Faberge, +2 Roost
+ Attempt to break up the fight before things get out of hand: +1 Guardians, +1 Faberge, -2 Roost
+ Join in the fight! Back someone up!: +1 Guardians, -2 Faberge, +1 Roost
+ Stand back and watch it all go down. You don't need to get involved: -1 Guardians, +2 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Call a teacher instead of intervening. An adult will know how to handle the situation: +1 Guardians, -1 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Requirements: None
+ Submitted by ShimminyCricket and Cherimsy

Nao could hardly hear a thing over the warring sounds of cicada cries and his own laboring heartbeat. Together they formed a low thrumming in his ears that, coupled with the precarious wobbling in his knees, told him he was going to be in trouble soon. Overheating was bad for his condition and overexertion was worse; whoever had decided that going outside for gym class in the sticky summer climate was a good idea had clearly not been considering that some students present were of weaker constitution than others. Every so often Nao could feel his vision flickering, and he was rapidly becoming less able to do the exercises directed.

He would have asked the teacher to let him go back inside, but it appeared they were nowhere to be found either—perhaps not wanting to stay in the heat any more than the students did. Exhausted and quickly beginning to feel nauseous, Nao did as he usually did in such circumstances and grabbed Juon’s sleeve.

“Jupyoooon…I feel sick…” He wheezed, “can we stop?” He knew they’d get in trouble, but hoped Juon would do him a favor and sit with him…hoped Juon would make the sacrifice.

[Juon]

The heat was awful; he much preferred the chill of April and May over the dawn of summer that was June. It was something he always complained about back home; and something that his father would constantly comment about. "This is nothing!" he'd say, and then go and compare it to dry season in Sri Lanka; yeah, yeah, it was tropical there, yadda yadda, hot weather and rainy weather was all they had, sure, sure--but this was Japan, he'd tell himself, and he'd never been anywhere else; so as far as he was concerned, he had full rights to complaining.

And those were rights he constantly exercised; especially during gym class. Sure, he was fit enough, and he was a regular to working out, but usually it was in the water, and much cooler.

"Whaaat?" he groaned back as he continued to toss a volleyball up and down, trying to make it look like he was doing something. "I can't hear you over the sound of my melting."

He heaved a sigh, though, catching the ball in both hands before looking over at Nao. "But I certainly won't object to stopping." Taking the ball in one arm, he used the other to pat Nao on the back, looking around to direct them toward some benches on the sidelines of the area.

[Nao]

"Thank you," Nao half-sobbed, wincing at the dryness of his throat, "thank you..." Finally he could put his arms down; he'd spent the last ten or so minutes gesturing with them vaguely in the air as if he were some sort of air traffic controller, hoping to look like he was contributing some form of activity. Simply being outside in such brightness and heat was taxing, the summer sapping his strength with its intensity. Juon's willingness to comply with his request was such a relief his knees wobbled.

'Wait, no, that might be-' Nao had only made it halfway up when his legs buckled under him, sending him tumbling forward suddenly. Just at that moment a sturdy body happened to be passing in front of him, someone with a firm enough form that when Nao's nose smashed into their collarbone, he yelped. 

"What the fuck?!" Before Nao could gather himself the person was cursing at him and grabbing him roughly by the arms, shoving him heavily into Juon's side. Again Nao fumbled, this time falling straight into the dirt. Standing aside from them, a tall, muscular boy with bright yellow hair was staring them down. He appeared to recognize Nao...and at that, he didn't seem to like what he saw.

"Hey, dumbass!" he snapped at Juon in a raised growl, "get your boyfriend under control, would you? Watch where you're fucking going." 

[Juon]

Juon stopped as he realized that Nao had bumped into something--someone?--and had fallen out from behind him. Turning just in time for Nao to be shoved back toward him into his side, he tried to catch him and attempted to nudge him and get him back on his feet again. Nao wasn't the easiest to carry, and though they were only a few meters from the benches, it was still too long as far as Juon was concerned.

Looking up at the offender (and boy, did he have to look up), it seemed like some punk guy from another class--yellow hair, piercings... were those fucking scars all over him? Christ--he recognized Nao, but Juon didn't think he'd ever seen him before.

Which, as the hulking buffoon opened his mouth, Juon was thankful for this; his forehead immediately creased in irritation--here we go, he thought--and he spat back, "Who're you calling his--ugh, nevermind," he started, already feeling his posture beginning to tighten in frustration. "You watch where you're going, asshole; have some consideration, ah?"

He quickly looked back to Nao, urging him to go and continue heading toward the benches. "Just keep going; I'll take care of this idiot," he assured. "Sit down and get a drink, alright?"