"Yes, the streets make you like that," he muttered under his breath, finishing washing his underwear, he walked through the laundry room and found an iron, "You have to grow up quickly, it's shit if you ask me."
"I'm sorry to hear it" Takashi looked at the boy with sympathy, in all the time he was in high school he never spoke to him, he seemed like a good boy, much more than what the schools and people in the neighborhood said about these emancipated teenagers.
"So you grew up alone?" Taking the Uzumaki's advice, Hinaro had to do the same by washing quickly and his underwear too, there was nothing more uncomfortable than wearing dirty and sweaty clothes for days.
I was not used to it.
"Yes, they almost adopted me when I was 12"
"Really? And what happened?"
"I broke some teeth of the biological son of the couple who adopted me, the boy was a spoiled idiot who thought that more than his adoptive brother he would be his punching bag"
"Wow..." Takashi could now understand why this boy had his rough side, the very life he had forced him to do so, "And you went back to the orphanage?"
"Yes, although only for a year and a half more, they gave me my emancipation earlier because they considered me someone who was a troublemaker who would be incapable of living in a functional family."
"Dude... that's garbage"
"Since you have no idea," with a sigh of resignation, the boy finished ironing his underwear, and going to the washing machine that had finished the drying cycle, he took out his pants and shirt, to also start ironing them so that they would dry faster. , "Perhaps the worst thing about being emancipated is being alone"
"Well... you have us now."
Naruto stopped ironing his pants and looked at Hirano, who shared the same smile as Takashi, "Thank you guys, the truth is I always wanted to have brothers I could trust."
Continuing with the talk, everyone helped themselves to wash and dry their clothes, there was still a long night ahead.
Once they were clean and their clothes were dry, the boys let the girls wash their own clothes, for fear of appearing perverted or ruining their clothes in a wash that they were not used to doing.
After all, they only put soap and water, it was enough for their clothes, although the blood was still there, Naruto had suggested they use carbonated water with lemon, a tip he learned from an old blind woman.
Since they didn't have either, they had to settle for just leaving the stains aside.
"Maybe we'll have to ask Yuuki to help," Naruto muttered thoughtfully as he looked at the closed locker they found in a closet.
A metal bar was stuck in the thin opening between the locker door and its frame, and with a loud bang it ended up opening.
"You're welcome," turning the metal bar with a smile, Takashi felt proud of his work.
"You know that if the owner of this locker comes, she'll kick your ass for breaking it, right?" The Uzumaki's question made the boy lose his smile and go cold.
"Uh oh" I hadn't thought of that.
All the teenagers looked at the locker again and were left with their mouths open when they saw six weapons in total, all of different types and of high power that was noticeable even for people who knew little about weapons.
"This is Shizuka-sensei's friend's house, right? What kind of friend does she have?" Takashi thought out loud as he looked at the weapons.
Does Shizuka-sensei even know what was here?
What kind of person has a mini gun store in their home?
Now he was afraid that he would come back and find out that his personal locker was violated, when they took refuge in his apartment.
"Look, it's her" Naruto found a photograph hanging on the door. Both he and Takashi were fascinated to see a tall girl with purple hair and tanned skin, who was wearing a military suit, with her jacket open, revealing her modest D cup breasts.
She was carrying a shotgun resting on her hip and posing for the camera with a sensual smile.
"Carajo"
It was the word that passed through the minds of both hormone-saturated teenagers.
For his part, Hirano was lost in his own little world.
He took one of the guns out of the cabinet and began to examine the weapon. "A super Springfield M1A1 combination, huh? But it's just a semi-automatic-"
Every detail.
Each type of weapon.
Shotgun, pistol and submachine gun.
Even the type of bullet and power it could have when using it, in proportion to its users and the kick it could give you.
"…"
"…"
Both Takashi and Naruto remained silent trying to listen and understand everything their friend was saying.
"How do you know so much about weapons?" the Uzumaki finally asked, cutting off the explanation of the robust boy, who with a shy smile put his weapons aside.
"When I went to the US last summer, my uncle suggested I enroll in an army summer camp, for a whole month I was under the tutelage of an American veteran"
"Wow," Takashi looked at the boy in surprise, not expecting a story like that.
"Dude that's awesome, can you teach me how to shoot?" Naruto asked excitedly at the idea of using a gun, although he had never fired one in his life, now was the time to learn if he ever had another encounter with a higher.
"Clear!" Excited at the thought of a brief class to his two companions, which he would surely have to give to the girls afterward, on how to use a weapon, he began with the golden rules.
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