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The kick connected. Min-jae fell back.

Wait, did he just do that? Oh god oh god he-

Moved forward. Too late for him now. He had just attacked someone and he knew that he couldn’t back out at this point.

A whump.

Another hit.

A feeling of heaviness as both of them crashed against the ground. A moment of disclarity as the world swirled around Alvaro. Sudden clarity as they both stopped. Min-Jae in front of him. Below him. Wait, did he do that? Oh god oh god he- watched as both Isaac and Jae left the library and stared, dumbfounded at the scene that had just occurred. It had only been a couple of seconds ago when they were planning what they were going to do for the report and now Alvaro was the only one still in the library after both had left. He didn’t know how that had happened. All he knew that they had both left and they couldn’t work on it and they were going to fail because they couldn’t work as a team. No, that wasn’t why they were going to fail, they were going to fail because Alvaro didn’t speak up and try to stop them from arguing or at least try to stop Isaac from leaving. It was his fault. It always was. Nobody liked him and he just made everything worse just by being there. That’s how it always was. That was how it always was since the move. He was always the outcast. Different from the rest of them. He didn’t want to be here. Nobody wanted him to be here. If he vanished right now nobody would even notice him because he was him and he couldn’t change anything about himself and it was his fault and nobody liked him and he was here in this game and the people in charge were laughing at him and he just wanted to be home and he just wanted to not be here and

The first punch went down.

The second.

The third and the fourth and the fifth and the sixth and he wasn’t thinking at all; every area of his brain had shut off and now he had the weapon in his hands and the seventh and-


That was the sound that came out of his throat as the kick connected against his stomach and he reeled and he fell, back thumping against the cold ground. This had been a bad idea. He made a mistake. He had come here and now he was going to die because Min-Jae was in front of him and climbing on top and no no no he had to do something and he saw the baton a little bit away from him and he just


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