I'm Here, Takeshi | special for @fribe-mimi [here]
Do you know them?
"Unfortunately yes," Saseki sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "But they're not from our campus. They're..."
Oh jeez he hates to say this... "They're from another college where my father works as an archivist. But word got out that I'm his son and, well, I guess they're not happy that some secret trust fund kid got a spot in last month's student exhibition in Osaka."
He loosens the grip on his engraving tool in his pocket. "This is the first time they even had the balls to corner me. Prolly coz we caught them on camera when we found out somebody tried to break into Hokuto-sensei's art studio that same week we had our exhibition."
Saseki looks back up at Takeshi, and still can't help that mild intimidated feeling he's having right now--he knows he's not specifically angry with Saseki... Maybe.
"Thanks... For getting me out of that mess. I mean I was kinda ready to deal with a black eye or two back there, honestly..." And maybe giving them a few scratches or five.
