Then looked away.
(She doesn't know,) he thought, with a flatness that surprised even him. (She doesn't remember any of it. As far as she's concerned I'm just some student having a breakdown in the middle of a dragon attack.)
A pause.
(She'll go find Suha and Han. That's what she does. That's fine.)
Dragged. Dragged. Dragged.
The hallway floor appeared beneath him. Brown tiles. He recognized them. He'd seen them enough times well… of course since he read the comic, that even the pattern felt familiar, the specific way the grout lines ran between each square, the scuff marks near the door from years of chairs being pushed back too hard.
"ᵉᵘⁿ ʷᵒ!!! ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ⁱˢ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ!?!"
The teacher was still talking at him— voice tight and high with adrenaline, something about what is wrong with you and why won't you move and please just walk…
"ᵉᵘⁿʷᵒ!!! ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᴶᵁˢᵀ ˢᴵᵀ ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ!!!"
"ᵃᵍʰʰʰʰʰ!!! ⁱ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵏⁱˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ!!!"
