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i'm always right but what's your perception?

[ detention in the bio classroom isn't as bad as it could be. at least there's stuff to look at. heine's gaze trails over the dusty blackboard, the sun coming in through the window, and the old raccoon specimen in a glass case on a high shelf. the sun isn't actually that appealing; he burns too easy to enjoy it.

so: staying inside and cleaning the classroom as punishment is an all right option, all things considered. heine picks up a rag with two fingers from the countertop to hold it under the tap, ready to get started and do a just-barely adequate job so that the teacher won't get on his ass.

there's supposed to be someone else coming in. he glances toward the doorway, checking to see if they've arrived yet. if they're unwelcome company, he can either intimidate them into cleaning by themselves or, worst case scenario, kick them out and just do it alone. ]

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[ NO WAY JOSE, KIDDO, heine needs help cleaning this classroom!! he lunges after killua and manages to snag the back of his shirt, yanking him back and throwing him over the lab bench again. he twists killua's arm behind his back and pins him down. ]

Listen. [ said in almost a growl; heine doesn't have a reputation because he backs down in a fight. ] Wash the fucking board and make yourself useful.

Ah! [There he go.]

Ow, ow, owww! [Killua squirms briefly, but then thinks better of it because it's only making this hurt worse.] Okay, okay! Just let go!

[ heine rammsteiner: Passionate About Cleaning (So That He Can Graduate).

with a skeptical sigh, heine lets go of killua's arm, but stays close to grab him in case he tries to run again. ]

It's only going to take, like, ten minutes. Just do it.

[ or else. ]

[Killua stumbles forward and turns around, rolling his shoulder as he glares daggers at Heine.]

Fine! Stupid... [Shuffling off he aggressively grabs his supplies and starts doing a half-assed cleaning job. Three minutes later he's throwing his stuff down and trying to make it for the door.] There, I did it.

[ dammit... kids these days. heine sighs, but doesn't cut him off this time. the rest of the classroom's not that dirty, and it's not like he even minds cleaning that much. custodians sweep the floor, so he just neatens up the books and things on the tables.

once that's done, he heads home to his empty apartment, ready to forget about the annoying underclassman. ]

[An older boy shoves Killua forward, his head hitting the brick wall of the alleyway with a painful crack. Before he has a chance to move he's pinned there by another boy's palm while the other twists his arm behind his back.] Gahh--!

[Killua grits his teeth, his body trembling. When he tries to move they only snap his arm upwards, ripping a sudden cry of pain from his throat. It's high pitched, echoing in the alleyway and easily reaching the ears of whoever happens to be walking by.]

[ he's walking back from meeting up with a friend when he hears what sounds like a cat being skinned. he's curious enough to look, and the recognition the sight spurs makes him stay.

the kid had been a real prick, but that doesn't mean he supports a group ganging up on one guy. ]

Hey. [ pretty much all of the gang looks over. heine's eyes travel over them quickly. he could take all of them one-on-one, but not in a group. his only option is to grab killua and run, an effort he starts by kneeing the nearest person in the stomach. when they double over, he dives forward, grabbing the boy pinning killua by the back of his shirt.

heine smashes his head forward against the wall twice, lets him reel back, stunned, and grabs for killua's shoulder, ready to bolt. ]

[With violence erupting behind him, Killua's heart races and he struggles to escape. Just then the weight on him is being pulled away and his arm is dropped, throbbing and limp at his side.]

Ah..hah! [Killua barely has time to catch his breath before he feels a hand on his shoulder. He'd been pressed against the brick that whole time, with no way to know who was who--so it's not surprising then that he blindly swings at the body attached to that arm. It's just one, harmless shove with his uninjured hand before he scrambles to run away, out of the alleyway and into the street.]

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[ oof. heine's knocked back a half-foot, but he recovers quickly enough to throw himself after killua when he runs. the street is public, and the gang of teenagers hesitates for just a moment, leaving time for heine to catch up to the shorter kid and grab him, and yank him to a faster pace. ]

Come on—let's get out of here.

Hey--! [Killlua stumbles as he's forced to run faster, his legs having to work double-time just to keep up with Heine who's taller.

It's about now that he finally gets a look at the guy, and nearly trips over himself when he does.]

You're that idiot from detention!

[ heine sighs, though it's breathless and more for effect than anything as he keeps running. ]

Yeah, whatever. Shouldn't you be thankful that I helped you?

[ they've gotten pretty far from the alley by now and reached a more populated area, so he stops running at full-tilt. he slows down, dragging killua with him. ]

I didn't need your help. [Killua mumbles, weirdly bashful about the whole thing. As they continue running he tries to worm his hand out of Heine's grip. His other arm is still limp, and he wants to brace it instead of letting it bounce painfully at his side.]

Let go of me.

[ heine would like to point out that killua had been getting his ass kicked, but he's concentrating on running now. he lets the kid pull his hand away, looking around quickly to find a direction to go in. nill's apartment isn't far from here, and she wouldn't mind... ]

This way.

[ he makes a turn down a side street. if killua doesn't follow, he reaches for the shoulder of his shirt to pull on. ]

[Of course he wasn't going to follow! At least, not until he was dragged along for the second time today.]

Ow! [He clutches his arm closer to his body, stumbling to make the turn.] I think I can handle it now, stupid!

[ he's trying to help, dammit! (for once!) ]

Shut up. You're just going to get caught by them again.

[ speaking of: ] What'd you do to get them pissed off?

[ at the end of the street and after another turn is a mundane-looking apartment building. heine, keeping one hand on killua's collar, lets them in and starts for the stairwell rather than the elevator. ]

Who knows. [He says purposefully obtuse.] Lots of people have it out for me. My family's the most influential in the whole city, after all.

[Killua narrows his eyes as he's dragged into a strange building, and he's beginning to wonder if he hadn't just jumped out of one frying pan and into another.]

Sure. [ heine doesn't exactly believe what he says about his family, but he has more immediate concerns. he lets himself into nill's apartment. she's not there, as he expected; she has a part-time job and her shifts are usually at this time of day.

meanwhile, he doesn't explain anything to killua, even as he shuts the door behind them. the apartment doesn't really suit him, after all. it's neat, clean, and decorated with little trinkets and artwork hung on the walls. the other pairs of shoes in the entryway are obviously too small to be his, as well. ]

Let me see your shoulder. [ he's already urging killua toward the couch with the way he's standing. if it's just sprained, then good, but if it's anything more serious, they might need to go to a hospital. ]

It's not broken. [When those are the first words out of Killua's mouth at the request, then that means something is wrong. Because it's not moving, that's for sure. Even as he tentatively approaches Heine and takes a seat, he doesn't seem willing to remove the hand bracing his arm at his side.]

It popped.

Dislocated?

[ he's had experience with that, at least. heine crouches down a little, bracing an arm on the couch arm so he doesn't get entirely into killua's personal space. ]

Can you take your shirt off?

...Sure, but I don't see what help that's gonna be. [He side-eyes Heine little and goes to remove his shirt--only to realize that he can't.

Because that would require moving his arm. So he looks back up, expression and voice flat.] Did you do that on purpose?

Just checking.

[ it's more reason for heine to think it's dislocated, and he doesn't want to intervene unless he has to. since just rolling up the sleeve won't let him see killua's back, he starts reaching for the hem of his shirt, warning, ] Keep your arm still.

[ he doesn't make any explanation or excuse for his actions. truly the worst bedside manner. ]

Just don't rip my shirt. [Arm pain, whatever--but if he goes home with his clothes in tatters his parents are going to reprimand him again.

Killua sucks in a breath and braces himself.]

[ heine grunts vaguely in understanding. he pulls the shirt up, nudging killua to get his uninjured arm through the hole and then his head. then he pulls the whole article of clothing over and down his dislocated joint before tossing it over the back of the couch.

he should probably warn him beforehand, but heine is already setting the heel of his palm on killua's shoulder and his other hand on his arm. it's going to hurt like hell, and heine's only words are: ] Don't move.

[It already hurt like hell just to get his shirt off, but Killua bore with it. The sweat beading at his brow and the occasional wince or hiss were his only real signs of discomfort.]

Ah...hah. [There's a brief window of relief once Heine is done, but then that hand is braced against Killua's shoulder and his body becomes rigid again.] Wait--do you even know what you're doing?!

[ good pain tolerance, heine notes, letting his hands drop away. ]

I've done this before. [ technically not a yes. ] It's still going to hurt for a while, but it's better than letting it stay out of its socket.

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