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Back to the Future | Middle School!Komari AU
"Hey! Where are you going?! I told you to share your lunch with us, girly!" -- "Yeah, stop right there!"
Komari ran as fast as his legs would carry him, away from those bullies who were taller, buffer and older than him -- probably high schoolers already! Why would they meddle with a middle schooler? Don't they have more important things to do? He was short on breath already, gasping for air, but being fast enough to have kept those boys at bay and far away from him.
Turning around in his panic, he scanned around to see any of those guys anymore, turning around a corner and -- "Huff!" -- bumping into a person slightly taller than him with full force, he felt their ribs against his face, and neither did it help that his bands were everywhere on his face from the sprint, so he didn't see a thing even if he tried.
Kishigami fell onto his rear faster than he could think, lifting his shoulders and lowering his head in a display of remorse and respect, fear even, his hair falling forward and blocking any sight that he had left by now, mumbling with a timid, thin voice, "I apologise, I'm sorry." out of his usual polite attitude, shuffling his feet closer, legs almost touching his own torso now, expecting the other person to move away and leave him there, a good chance to recover from the jog, snapping for air before he had to head back home.
Though, when he dared to lift his head and peek between the strands of messy, turquoise hair, he frowned at the sight -- a look-a-like? Could it be? Well, the person he eyed was a little more mature, a few years older, he took better care of his hair (and wore a headband unlike himself!) and seemed a lot more confident. But the resemblance was unsettling him, startling him, he moved one of his hands and reached up to his own face, touching his cheek only to check if he was asleep or if this was happening, unable to speak up furthermore.