Minseok was being too nice to him. Again. Sehun hardened his expression, clicking the mask of pure apathy back into place upon his features. He torn off another piece of the frosted pastry and popped it into his mouth, chewing slower this time, the sweetness bringing about a fresh wave of nausea. When their professor approached, handing out the exams, he allowed the paper to be placed onto his desk - his trembling hands were too busy clenching the sides of his chair to reach for it.
The first segment was on Hoenn’s founding and its struggle for independence during the Great Pokemon War. Sehun leafed through the pages of notes until he came to the right section and began to bubble in answers on his quiz, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his inner cheek when the pencil just wouldn’t do quite what he wanted it to do in his quivering hands. Blessedly, this pop quiz seemed to be easy, the answers taken right from their study materials. Sehun breezed right through it, nibbling on small chunks of pastry, then pausing a moment as his body would stiffen, a pale, pea-green hue settling in his cheeks until the churning in his stomach passed.
A glance at Minseok from the corners of his eyes revealed that the elder trainer was… struggling. Sehun felt his face cool with a sheen of cold sweat, feeling a sharp, slicing twinge in his belly— he wasn’t sure if it was sickness or…guilt? Worry? Guilt and worry? He owed Minseok, he owed him a lot… so maybe one act of kindness, just this one time, would be enough to suffice as repayment for all that he had done for Sehun.
The boy slowly slid one willowy leg out to the side, discreetly, keeping his expression steady and his eyes locked onto his own test, continuing to rush through the questions. He bumped the toe of his shoe against Minseok’s calf, recoiled his foot, and snuck a quick glance at the other’s test from the corner of his eyes. Then he flipped through the notes to the right section and placed it at the edge of the desk - practically hanging off the side, so Minseok could see it with ease.
As long as Minseok didn't make a big show of glancing at the papers, if they were caught, Sehun would be the one to get in trouble for placing the notes there. It was all on his shoulders. Truthfully, getting detention seemed like the least of his worries… he bit his bottom lip, sinking his fingernails into the flesh of his outer thighs, willing the words on his paper to stay straight and still, stopping their spinning dance across the page. Almost done… almost done…
Sehun stood up to turn in his quiz, his knees shaking under his weight for one terrifying moment. He walked up to their professor’s desk, wobbled, staggered over to the trash can, and emptied the pitiful contents of his stomach - a soup of bile and half-digested pastry. Eyes rolling back into his head, he collapsed.
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