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Their movements were rapid and well-practiced, displaying years of training to hone their martial arts. They did their best to avoid touching each other’s hands, but contact was inevitable, each having to negate the other’s attack. Every time their hands met, jets of steam and smoke would hiss from the contact, with Falco’s water coming to a boil, and Viktor’s flesh threatening to crack from the quenching.

The school year was coming to an end and I was busying myself with spring sports. I was doing track and field, distance events like the 1,500-meter run. I also tried my hand at pole vaulting, which did not go well. I had to quit vaulting before I really hurt myself. One particularly grueling Friday at practice, I noticed Mrs. B. in the bleachers watching. Faculty often wandered out to watch teams practice or play, but Mrs. B was rarely among them. She lingered when the practice was over, so I went over to say hi. She seemed genuinely happy to see me, even though she had been quite aloof in class or in the hallway.

"Tsk! ~l-like i'd ever have sex with YOU.. im your school bully.. idiot.. you aren't supposed to crush over me.""Ugh.. I see you met my mother.. dummy..""S-shut up! its not like ..I like you or anything!- ngnh. just. take your pants off.. now.,""Ugh.. you know .. you're way older than me. you can get in a lotta trouble for this.." "..Old perv.."