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4. “We need to go to the hospital.”
— ❀ She couldn’t concentrate, not one bit. Not in this class, or the next. It was she was operating on auto pilot, only but she was aware of everything that was going on.
Apple-green eyes falling lack away from the teacher, down to the strategically place manga beneath her textbooks. A soft giggle, followed by heavy breathing, although they were both quiet in tone, one particular blonde sitting beside her was getting the full impact of her mumbling and stifled chuckles.
Sakura, still oblivious to Ino judging her from her seat, quietly read reach panel of the manga to herself and lingered on the beautifully explicit images drawn. A sigh befalling her, the pinkette felt the need to thank Kami after each indecent scene.
“We need to go to the hospital.”
Sakura threw a confused look to her right, only for a millisecond did the expression of befuddlement pain her face, before she knew the intended meaning behind those words.
“Ino-chan,” she sighed, pushing the manga across the desk to her friend. “You really need to read this.” How rude. She didn’t need to go to the hospital. This obsession of hers wasn’t a sickness required to be cured…
In fact, Sakura wasn’t inclined to hide her hobby. But in classes and most especially in front of her teachers, she would do well to hide it. Her friends didn’t receive such treatment.
“C’mon, imagine Itachi-san with…” The sentence was broke off with yet another breathy exhale. “Bazz-B! Yes, who would be the seme, Ino? It’s hard to decide, hmmm…”
Thank Kami for Bazz-B actually carrying out her dare.