>>55525091It is as though everyone simultaneously checked their points again, as if to confirm how much they actually had. Knowing we only got them at the beginning of the month, you could hear the gears turning.
Even Kouji gulps, himself especially aware of the importance of money and budgeting. But beside that, there is a slight nagging feeling tugging at the core of his stomach. Here he is, almost all but confirmed a tagalong in the class who got in through some weird fuckery, and these five students who likely were supposed to be here are going to be sent to the figurative gulags simply for being unlucky in a battle—especially Konami, who he knows first hand wasn’t even given a chance.
Resolving herself, Ming Xing, faces the class and explains that the groups who are going to be losing someone are going to suffer in the future, and that she believes it is imperative not only for the groups, but for the class as a whole to come together and save them from expulsion.
“…………….”
Bystander effect kicks in and everyone stays quiet. Seeing that there is no interest in following her plan, the teacher sighs, shrugs, and leaves the class to go escort the students back to the dorms to grab their stuff.
It is only a good ten seconds after the teacher leaves the class that Kouji slams his desk with both fists and jumps up, knocking his chair over in the process, consumed by guilt and his savior-complex kicking in.
“I don’t even want to be fucking be here—I’m going to put half of my points on all of them—if any of you had any god damn balls, you’d do the same.”
Relieved that someone shares her conviction, Ming Xing breathes a sigh of relief and smiles at him, commending him for his bravado.
Liam, my broski, stands up and nods, saying he’ll pool his points too. Damian also stands up and says he will as well. Liam turns to Maya, who he has had some words with a few times in class, asks if she’s a woman of worth—she smiles and says she is, and promises her points too.
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