#ju-uzou

Curse her short height. The poor woman needed a step ladder to get stuff out the cabinets and on the off occasion she’d lose her footing and twist her ankle, such as on this occasion.

With a loud thud and an even louder crash of metal pots hitting the tile floor a curious student wandered in peaked into the kitchen. Once he noticed who it was sitting up he cassually walked into the kitchen “You okay?” he sounded unconcerned but she noticed that he had a hint of something behind his eyes.

"Yea I’m alright" smiling Loki tried to get up but only crumpled back down to the floor, hand on her ankle and a pained expression "Maybe not, seems I twisted my ankle, I’ll be alright though" she forced through a smile, no need to burden the poor boy.

Night: For the two am text/call

She didn’t really know Juuzou, but after she wrote love on his arm he went ahead and gave her his number. He seemed like a fun kid but with an underlying sense of sadness, or at least that’s what Loki felt from him, she could very easily be wrong.

It was just about two in the morning when she felt the need to text the stitched up teen

To: Juju beans

1:48 AM

Hey Juuzou, if you ever have an issue with something you can come to me, I’ll do my best to help you okay? 

Also what would you like to snack on tomorrow? I’ll make you something after school if you do well in your classes :)

Sent

One look at this kid and he could see that there had to be at least one thing about him that obstructed school rules. At least one thing. Even if this was a school with students and teachers stranger than the ones at the Facultas Academy. 

He read through the tiny handbook given to him three times over-- no, he would do that if he was a responsible head of security. That book stayed almost untouched in his back pocket.