Hizashi cringed, scrunching his face into a horrified expression as he stared at the wet sidewalk. It looked like a seething mass of live noodles - terrifying, <i>alive</i> black noodles.
"Euurgh, baby, I can't do it. Not today."
"We have to get to school, sweetie."
"Man, it isn't even a dress up day." They were wearing casual clothing, having been asked to participate in a scenario where they played victims the students would save. "I feel like we coulda just stayed home."
"You know we can't. Besides, you going to let me play a damsel in distress without you? Here, hold my hand."
He sighed tremulously and took it. The skin was cold and clammy with fear. "Awright. Let's go."
She was amazed at how he could move.
The tall blond man picked his way through the wriggling mass of earthworms like a dancer, his boots barely touching the ground. He managed to never touch a single worm, though he frequently made disgusted sounds when he thought he had gotten too close.
When they arrived at the practice arena, he was still so shaken that the other teachers complimented him on his acting having gotten much better.
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