 Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
Missa was right. There was a lot going on right now. From all directions, Drewett could hear students whispering and professors prodding them to move quickly and Headmaster Trent calling out to them to remain calm and all the yelling around him? They were unnecessary. The yelling was just making his hands mildly tremble, which Missa could probably feel if her sense of touch was sensitive enough at the moment.
Until more yelling happened, calling out for Missa's name. From a boy just close by. The voice was familiar. Drewett knew literally just one boy who would call for Missa's name like that. He wasn't going to deny that Eiji's yell had caught him off guard, though. His fingers had twitched ever so slightly at how panicked and loud it had been.
"Wh—" And then Missa had let go of his hand and was gone along with her younger sister, and Drewett's hand awkwardly stayed where it was, and his green eyes followed the fourth year girl push her way through the crowd. There was a tingle on his palm where Missa's hand once was, the fifth year hadn't quite registered the entire situation yet.
There was too much happening, indeed.
BLINK.
Now, he was somehow alone and Drewett didn't like this kind of alone. Swallowing the lump that was stuck in his throat, he instead focused on moving forward with the rest of the students. He just really wanted Evan right now. Was that too much to ask?
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