#shouheiis

                       " hey, this fell from your pocket. "

Throat and chest burning, it was getting harder to breathe, until he couldn’t take in air anymore. What was happening? Shouhei uttered a small call for help, his soft voice cutting through the air cleanly enough to catch the other male’s attention. One strong pat seemed to do it. Airway reopening, Shouhei gasped for air, steadying himself with a hand on Aone’s shoulder.  Through teary eyes and dizziness, he could make out the gargantuan figure at his side, who was providing comfort and help–he was grateful.

He had no words to offer. After nearly suffocating for some unknown reason, he was only sure of this: he could had died, had Aone not rattled up his closing pathway. It was still hard to breathe, but this was better. It could have been a food allergy; Shouhei never had himself checked for those kinds of things. For all he knew, he was perfectly healthy. He gripped his friend’s shoulder, taking deep and steady breaths. As the manager checked for medical symptoms, the coach readily ordered Aone to carry Shouhei to the infirmary.

          Doing as instructed, Aone easily hoisted Shouhei into his arms, carrying him as if he were a child, with an arm underneath his bottom and an arm around his waist as of which his hand would steady to the middle of his friend’s back and give a few quick pats here and there, hoping to help his breathing as he began to walk to the nurse’s office in the building. He had been feeling rather nervous, afraid that Shouhei wouldn’t be okay... But he seemed better now, and that eased Aone’s fear.

                  “Is... Are you all right?”