Someone gets compared to the thumb people from Spy Kids the movie and we finally found out why Giyuu has been so damn aggravated, and the swimming coaches show up.

A/N: Sorry if this was a little rushed and the pacing was off, school's been stressful and there's been a throat infection going around my school and I caught it and ended up getting sick. Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter, don't forget to yell at me in the comments!

WARNING: Anxiety attacks

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"You see this?" Inosuke pointed towards a picture on his phone of the thumb people from Spy Kids. "This is you if you shaved your head, ugly." He swiped to the next picture which was the same exact picture. "This is also you right now, ugly."

"I-I do not look like that!"

"Tell him Tanjiro! Tell him I don't," Tanjiro could only look away with a light chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

"I mean... I-I don't know you kinda do,"

"You look like a thumb! Hypocrite!"

"We all look like thumbs!" Inosuke exclaimed with a grin, wrapping his arms around all his and Nezuko's shoulders and pulling them closer.

"Yeah!" Nezuko happily agrees. "No! I do not want to look like a thumb!"

Zenitsu jerks away out of the touch as if it'll burn him, scowling at the raven-haired teen. He holds up his hands and frowns. "I can't even right now,"

"Oh come Zen! It was just a joke!" Tanjirou called out after him. "Yeah stop being so sensitive!" Inosuke joined it and Zenitsu just flipped him off.

"Oh, you little bitch boy, why I 'ought-" Zenitsu let out a small 'eep' as Inosuke curled up his fist and started to charge towards him but didn't get any less than two steps far until a hand rested on in shoulder in a tight grip. With a toothy grin, he looked over his shoulder to spot the resident art teacher who watched the students walk into school to ensure their safety be the one stopping him, his expression didn't change.

"Do you want to go to the principal's office again?" His grin just grew larger yet he turned towards him folding his arms over his chest, shook his head. "Not really,"

Tomioka just sighed, shaking his head. "Button up your shirt," Inosuke just stared at him with unassuming eyes. "Why though?"

"Because you can't-" He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "y-you can't be practically shirtless when you go to school, that's against the dress code."

But Insouke really likes pushing his luck and continued on and Zenitsu didn't feel like staying around for the aftermath however he will happily ask about it afterward. As he stomps away, he stomps further into the school campus, walking down a couple of paths till he's not sure where he ended up, but that doesn't matter, especially with the, as he would label her, 'hottie' he just discovered.  

She had slightly spikey black locks that went down to her shoulder curling upwards at the ends, she had a pink coat on thrown over her uniform which meant he couldn't see her shirt but she was wearing a skirt that closely resembled their uniforms so he could only assume that she's an upperclassman- or woman. This means he can most likely date her.

Score!

"...And how are you beautiful?" Zenitsu swooned, staring up at the taller girl who jumped looking up from her phone and down at him. "Huh? Do you need somethin' kid?"

"Only your phone number,"

"I think I'm a little too old for you," The black-haired lady only cringed down at him. 

"I don't think you are, you're an upperclassman after all. I'm 16, I don't think a year or two is a big difference."

"Yeah but I don't think a 16-year-old really should be dating someone who 27, and I'm not an upperclassman I'm a teacher,"

"Y-y-you're a teacher!"

"Yes," She nodded. 

"I-I," Tears well in his eyes and start to drip. "I-I'm so sooorrrryyyyyy! PLEASE don't expel me!"

"I... I don't think I have that much power," She backs up slightly, holding out her hands almost defensively like. She quickly glances back and then at him. Pointing backward with her thumb and starting to jog backward. "I-I'm gonna go, got a meeting to go to, yeah? See you later,"

That kid is weird as fuck, she thinks as she speed-walks away but immediately shrugs away the thought as the school's building comes into view. Her lips curl upwards into a soft smile as she speeds up even more. 

I'm coming, she thinks, I hope you missed me because I missed you 'Yuu. 

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Giyuu walks into the meeting room and is greeted by a crowd of people crowding around two other people. Strange is what he thinks and before he can move in closer to see his boss- Oyakata-sama, smiles towards him, waving his hand and he waves back. "Ah, you've finally arrived Giyuu, I'd like you to meet our new swimming teachers."

Two figures, as expected work their way through the crowd, and Giyuu isn't exactly sure what he's expecting but it certainly wasn't them. 

Them, the same people who've been bothering him after not talking to him for the longest time. Them, no wonder you've been trying to talk to me suddenly. 

"Sabito and Makomo, I'm sure you've already met them however, they said you knew each other in high school," Giyuu can only grit his teeth, taking a step back when Sabito takes one forward. Oh, he doesn't like this at all, he doesn't he doesn't he doesn't. 

"Oh hey, Giyuu! Long time no-" The door slammed shut faster than he ever thought a door could. "... See?"

"Man, that wasn't the reaction I was expecting," Makomo commented while placing her hands on her hips. "Yeah, same here,"

"You'd think he be happy to see you if your friends and all?" Shinobu prompted,

"Yeah, " Sabito just scratches the back of his head with a sheepish smile, shying his gaze away to the floor. "friends who haven't seen each other since me and Makomo graduated. How many years Momo?"

"9, almost a decade,"

"Yesheesh," With wider eyes than before, Uzui crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at the two. "your really shitty friends,"

He nods and Oyakata-sama feels the need to cut into now. "Well despite that I'm sure you three can try your best to get along, after all, maybe this is a chance for you all you rekindle your friendship once more."

Shinobu spares a glance at the door. Not happening anytime soon, she thinks with a grimace.

However soon enough, the door slowly creaks open, and it catches everyone's attention, as they see a bright blue eye peeking through the crack, slightly tilted to the side as a few strands of hair cover it.

"Hi..." Momo quietly says as if to talking to a scared animal. "Feeling better now?" She asks while bouncing on the balls of her feet, hands clasped together. Quietly he walks into the room, closing the door behind him.

Giyuu- obviously- dutifully ignores her and goes to sit in his usual seat, avoiding looking at both Sabito and Makomo completely. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that this meeting is about to be simultaneously awkward and tenseful.

And that's exactly what it was. Unexpectedly, Makomo and Sabito were introduced as the newest swimming teachers, Makomo for the girls and Sabito for the boys because as it turns out that Sanemi could not manage every single physical activity which is where they stepped in. That was the gist of things, they'd settle in and get a proper introduction over the intercoms and the meeting ended there, and the tenseful mood settled as everyone left the room.

Or at least it was supposed to until right as the meeting ended Tomioka rose immediately out of his seat and was the first one out slamming the door behind him.

Yeah, no, this wasn't over.

And it was clear that despite what Oyakata-sama said this wasn't going to end well.

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Giyuu was aware that it was a long time coming he knew something was wrong, he knew the stress and anxiety and the general situation would get to him eventually but he was also aware that if he tried hard enough he could outrun it and deal with it another day hopefully. Today was the day he dealt with it, he could feel it running through veins, making his mind spin with no sense of relief as if he was on some torturous kind of carousal.

He feels anxiety and stress gnawing at him making his head swirl with nausea. He wants to vomit and he feels far too close to for his own liking. He doesn't like throwing up in general, never liked it never will.

That's how he feels when he stumbles into his classroom slamming the door behind him as his hands go into his hair, gripping as the roots as his mind whirls around with millions of things, questions and so much more it needs to all stop!

He staggers towards his chair and slumps into it feeling tears drip down his cheeks. He feels numb, he knows what's happening it was a long time coming. But maybe if he's lucky someone will leave him alone and he can deal with this in peace an- and-

Knock knock knock

His heart stops and then beats even faster he can hear it in both of his ears that he's gasping for breath, hands hovering over his throat. Oh, he feels awful.

The next few moments blur together, colors of yellow, red, and black as he tries to gasp for more air. There's a hand on his shoulder and reassurances in his ear and he feels even worse than before.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay-"

"No it's not-" The art teacher hardly managed to choke out through his sobs. "It's fuckin' not I hate this, I-I hate feeling like this!"

"How do you feel?"

"A -awful!"

"I know, but can you tell me what emotions you feel right now? Identify them for me?"

"Please give me a break. I feel like shit." Shudders wrack through his body as another sob tries, and succeeds to tear out of his chest as he buckles forwards covering his face with his hand.

"Okay then, we'll figure it out as we go then, okay?" As he spoke and as he walked forward he pulled up a chair and placed it in front of the one the other teacher was in. Slipping into the seat in one movement, he laid rested his elbows on his knees. "Is it okay if I touch you?" He softly asks and the other just nodded, gasping for a breath that seemed impossible to get. 

Kyojuro carefully pried the older man's hands away from his face and into his bigger ones, squeezing the smaller hands. "Can you try to match your breathing with me?"

Giyuu just shook his head, a wave of nausea rolling over him as he tried to gasp for breath only to end up choking on it, hunching over even farther into his chair as the younger man squeezed his hands with a shaky smile. "N-no I can't," 

The man with hair for flames squeezed his hands. "You can, I know you can," The art teacher just shook his head. It would never go away and he'd be stuck like this forever, with this stupid pain they brought on just by the two of them showing up, and even if it went away it never truly would because he'd see them every day. The pain would never end and there was no escaping it so how could he escape it now, he-

"I know you can do it though, and I'm right here with your if you need me," He squeezes his hand and does his best to catch the other teaches attention and manages to. "When I squeeze your hand do you think you can take a deep breath for me?"

With his hands tingling growing ever so slightly numb, he nods no longer trusting his own voice. "Good, good, it'll be over in no time,"

And it was, it all passes in a blur which Giyuu doesn't particularly mind, he'd rather it be that way than it be painfully stretched out. He feels utterly exhausted, mentally and emotionally, he leans back in his chair with a sigh, his brain taking a few moments to catch up with him to realizes what happens and what he's doing. With shame prickling in his mind, he pulls his hands away from the other and crosses his arms. 

This is embarrassing, he thinks, god I feel pathetic. Kyojuro, however, doesn't share the same sentiment as he just scoots closer, tilting his head at him with a concerned expression. "Do you feel better now Tomioka?" 

He nods, face burning as he turns away. "That is good," He smiles but Giyuu doesn't say anything.

"Do you want to go home for the day? Although last-minute I'm we can get someone to sub in for you,"

"'M not a child, Kyojuro,"

And Kyojuro just nods in understatement, "I know but nevertheless I fuss over all my friends so get used to it," yet he frowns slightly. "but still, I don't think you need any more stress on your plate and that's not even considering that those two planned to see you later today and that really won't help you right now."

And he looks up at him searching for some kind of cruel joke but couldn't mind any. He groaned filling back in his seat, "I can't deal with them," he shook his head. "No... Not again..."

"I can tell Oyakata-sama you need the day off," Kyojuro said while rising from his seat. Giyuu just nodded, resting his head on the palm of his hand. He took a deep breath, glancing back up at the other man with a rueful smile. 

"Thanks... Thanks a lot, Kyo..." A little shocked by the name, but quickly relaxing into it, he nodded with a smile. "It's my pleasure Giyuu,"

A/N: guess who's back? back again

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lmao sabito and makomo they ain't dead, good luck to you if you got the reference

Fun facts:

-Sabito, Makomo, and Giyuu met each other at swimming lessons and have been friends ever since.

-Those two are one of the few people Giyuu's ever drawn portraits of or really drawn something for and that's including family.

-Sabito had a crush on Giyuu's older sister, Tsutako when they were kids.

-Sabito and Inosuke are prone to fall victim to scams, not expensive ones but buying things that aren't useful or don't work at all.

-Giyuu lives in a loft on his own, Sabito and Makomo share an apartment. Tanjirou and Nezuko live with their family. Inosuke lives in the dorms available for students if they wish to move.

-Tanjirou and Nezuko got into the academy due to being scouted, and Urokodaki sending in a letter of recommendation for them.

-The title was inspired by a Danganronpa unused execution name.

-Tengen drinks non-alcoholic drinks out of alcohol glasses.

-Everyone but the students with the exclusion of Muichiro are aged up by 4 years in this au