ninetails4

“(first)-chaaaaaaan~” a familiar voice called from down the hall. Realizing who it was, you jumped out of your seat and into the supply closet in the back of the classroom, barely closing it before he came in. “(first)-chan! Where are you?!” The spiky haired boy searched between people and behind desks to find you. “(first)-chaaaan~!” he whined. With your hand clamped over your mouth, you tried your best to stay quiet. And after a couple minutes, your seeker gave up and left the room. You sighed heavily in relief but accidentally knocked over a broom with your hand. All of a sudden, the door flew open. R