Not Suited to Exposure

Small Accident

My class today held a chemistry practice in the lab. We were divided into groups. I was alone a group with Liona while Andin was in the group next door.

"When it blows up?" ask me with a sinless face while holding a measuring cup filled with colored liquid. Ready to pour it into another measuring cup that is different color.

"If it explodes it hits you. I am ogah," replied Liona cuek from behind my back.

I'm vexed. Out of the four members of the group, not a single person dared to and all of them handed it to me. I don't really understand the practice this time. If one missteps, it is possible that the material is explosive and harmful.

Hey, do I sound like an exaggeration?

After all it is impossible for schools to provide such dangerous practices.

I jumped in shock as well as the three members of my group when I saw the chemical reaction. We both breathed a sigh of relief as only small bubbles formed with a loud hiss. Not explosions.

After carrying out another series of activities and recording the conclusion, I was with Liona tidying up the equipment while the other two people prepared a report.

"Gue broke up" Liona chirped me to a stop.

My best friend's aura has been a little different since this morning. But I didn't expect it because she broke up with her boyfriend.

"Ian says I'm too neko-neko and childish. I actually also want to say that he likes to be angry like fathers and collots. But because I was shocked he suddenly asked to break up, I even cried and did not have time to say."

I just kept quiet and patted her shoulder slowly. This Liona is very installment, usually. But seeing it change so drastically like this, I took pity. She also has a sensitive side as a woman.

"Lo installment. Ian ilfeel's. That's why you're cut off."

Liona rolled her eyeballs, irritated by Andin's words that arrived suddenly slumped from the side. "I'm lucky to mellow gini again, if not I've snapped."

I shook my head slowly. A little sad about Liona's relationship with Ian. Their characters are a little bit opposite, but that's what makes them fit, I think.

"When the hell do we get along? I've been tired of you guys for a long time" I said half-jokingly and continued my activities.

"Well, why do you think we can hold it?" ask Andin cuek.

"Because you are***** unfortunately pinter so I can benefit," said Liona.

I lift the container that already contains practical tools. "Sorry to say, girl***** won't be able to benefit me," reply I'm no less relaxed half sarcasm and turned to leave both.

Andin burst out in laughter hearing my words. I myself kept an amused smile on my lips without turning my head again. But I can already guess what kind of face Liona made, especially with Andin's laughter making fun of her excessively.

I reassembled the practice tools on the storage rack. Next in a split second my hand was pulled from behind just after I accidentally nudged a measuring cup that contained a liquid.

A ringing made me blink and be aware of what was happening. Sulfuric Acid. It causes a painful burning sensation in case of direct contact with the skin. Seeing the reddish rash around this person's finger, my chest skipped a beat and reflexively pulled him towards the sink and washed him in a panic.

I bit my lips. "Ma-maaf—"

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Really bad. With my feelings. The fingers were clad in gauze and some faint rashes were not wrapped up. I can't imagine what it's like to see how the guy just lies down while putting his arm on the forehead— without saying anything.

And it was my fault.

I pulled the tip of his uniform in a small way to pull his attenuation. Or maybe he didn't even realize I was here.

"G-gue buy you something huh? What do you want to eat?"

Silent. For a moment I thought this guy was asleep because he was shaking at all. I took a deep breath. My chest is still covered in guilt until it feels tight.

Good. There's no answer. So I deduced for myself what I should buy for him. If he doesn't want to, he can throw it away. How else, I don't know anything about Adrian. Two years in the same class, but we never interacted specifically. He doesn't seem to care, nor does he care about myself.

So I came back with a bowl of chicken noodles complete with a small plate to cover it and a bottle of mineral water. I put it on the nightstand next to Adrian who was still in his original position.

I wanted to wake her up, but I stopped. I actually feel bad and I'm really sorry. We were never close and I've caused trouble for him.

What am I supposed to say? More than that, do I still have a face?

Unknowingly I just stood next to her without doing anything. Too busy thinking about what words I should say when building it later.

I was going to call him but I stopped. Haaah. I let out a breath.

The guy put away the arm that covered his eyes and looked at me flatly. I didn't reply for a few seconds but it didn't change his countenance at all.

I looked at the wound in his hand. "Hand lo, sorry," I said sincerely apologizing.

Adrian threw away his lazy face. I folded my lips. "Gue bawain chicken noodles. If you don't like this," I said. "Gue to class first."

I didn't hear anything else so I kept walking straight out of the UKS. I stood in front of the door after closing it tightly. Sighing, I looked at my hands. There's a little bit of heat there but no rash. Probably got hit by that liquid when I washed Adrian's hands earlier. I rubbed it slowly.

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"So how?"

"Where's what?" I went back to Andin after arriving in class.

"Adrians."

I let out a breath. "I think he's angry. His face is cold."

"The feeling of his face is like that" said Liona.

"But if he wants to help you, why should he be angry. It's of its own accord."

Also true. Why should he be angry? I didn't even know that the liquid was going to fall and he pushed himself to help me.

"Tau ah," I said tiredly and leaned against my seat.

"Btw, Rael nyariin lo earlier," Andin said.

I'm nodding. "Gue first yeah."

I grabbed my bag and got out of class. I don't know where to find Rael. The class is empty leaving some picket members who are carrying out their duties.

"Aloona, you find Rael?" call someone when I leave. I turned to find a guy I knew as Rael's classmate.

"Yes. See him, don't you?" my many.

"Training in the field. The futsal kid wants to go to the tournament."

I thanked him and immediately turned the direction to the futsal court. I just found out the futsal boys are going to the tournament. Rael never said anything about this.

I stopped in the corridor beside the field. The crowded field contains boys who only wear school uniforms without their futsal clothes. One of them is Rael. The guy sits on the ball while listening to his coach's instructions.

I leaned against the corridor pillar while watching him. I haven't seen him this whole day. Nope. To be exact, we have met very rarely lately. Maybe in the future more rarely considering his activities that I predicted took all his time.

Rael loves futsal. Maybe even more important than me. If he was given a choice between futsal and me, I doubt he would choose me.

I chuckle to myself with my thoughts. What the hell am I thinking? So ridiculous.

Something else caught my attention. Then I realized that participating in the tournament was not just a futsal kid. But basketball, volleyball and even tennis can be seen from the number of people there.

But is Marching Band also in the tournament? Why are they there.

I'm focused on Malika. The girl was chatting with Sheva talking about nothing. The arrival of the two prima donna seems to be a breath of fresh air for the men who sunbathe in the field.

I gave no expression. I also don't know how long I've been there. To be sure the sports team disbanded after the coach left the field. Mingle with each other. Some go home soon, but some prefer to stay on the field to just chat or play.

The corners of my lips twitched and unconsciously my teeth clashed against each other strongly. I threw away my eyes and chose to leave from there.

Rael must have thought I was home. It's just funny if I suddenly show up there and interrupt the fun.

Let it be like this, he does whatever he wants and I'll try not to care.

Even if he approaches Malika or whoever it is. Receiving another girl's helping hand or even sharing a grievance. They do fit.

I admit that my heart hurts.

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