kujo.jo

hey

are you coming?

we're about to be late

if you're not here soon i'll have to leave

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Looking at the new messages popping up on his screen, Kakyoin can only sigh. What can he say? After all, Jotaro isn't the one currently surrounded by a bunch of high school thugs up to no good.

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ur-speakin-to-a-ten

sorry, i don't think i can walk with you today

you don't have to wait for me

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"Oi, you've still got the nerve to stare at your phone?"

"Who the fuck are you texting?"

Kakyoin shoves his phone into his backpack. It would suck if it were to be damaged during what's about to happen.

"You think I don't know who sent you? I'm texting her boyfriend right now." He taunts. "Are you gonna tell her that, or does she already have too many bruises on her ego?"

"The only fucker getting bruises here is you." One of the thugs growls before charging at Kakyoin, fists at the ready. But what he doesn't expect is for something to suddenly grab his ankle, then yank him back with enough force to make him fall flat on the ground. A root? He whips his head back: nothing. He tries to get up, but his body feels strapped in place by a dozen tight, invisible ropes. Looking up, he can see a shit-eating grin on that newbie's face.

"What the fuck are you smiling about?!" Another thug dashes forward, sporting a spiky knuckleduster on his hand. But before his fist can connect, the newbie has swatted his arm away. So hard, in fact, it sent him flying backwards into a tree. But how? That newbie doesn't seem particularly strong, and his parry just looked like a simple push.

The two last thugs nod at each other, before simultaneously charging at the newbie. But before they can get within a meter of him, one of them suddenly pauses, then turns around and starts beating up the other. It's as if he has just been possessed... but by what?

"Woah, you guys suck." Kakyoin remarks dryly, before crouching down to check the time on Thug #1's watch. "Aaand you made me late. Damn it."

"Hey...! Stop right there!" Thug #2 yells when he sees Kakyoin stand up, then begin to walk away. That collision with the tree left him way too winded to stand. "You... you're gonna pay for this!"

"Me? But why?" The redhead pauses, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's not like I was the one who beat you all up, was I?"

"You...!" No. It was him. But how?!

"You got off easy this time. Don't even think about a next." With that, the newbie leaves. By the time Thug #1 could finally move, and Thug #3 has stopped using Thug #4 as a punching bag, he is long gone.

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ur-speakin-to-a-ten

sorry about this morning!!

i didn't mean to make you wait

i just had to take care of sth

it won't happen again ^^

kujo.jo

it's fine

don't forget we're coming to my house this afternoon

ur-speakin-to-a-ten

ofc not!!

meet you by the lockers after school?

kujo.jo

sure

see you then

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in some situations texting just wouldn't be logical/practical, so expect some normal writing from time to time!!

what do y'all think about this formatting? is it good, or is there a better way to do it? lmk!! <3