*CRUNCH*
"...?!"
Rotsard stopped by the last stall and stabbed his fingers through the door, rendering the lock useless whether it was put on or not, startling the other students who stared at him in shock as he opened the door and entered the stall.
"!!!"
Meanwhile, Justin, seated on the toilet with his pants down, trembled while pulling his shirt down over his waist to cover as much as possible. His other hand, which he had pushed towards the door to aim a spell, trembled, and the magic fizzled out at the sight of Rotsard's face.
"..."
And Rotsard gritted his teeth, closing the door behind him and stepping closer.
"!!!"
With Justin still doing his best to cover himself as much as possible, Rotsard pushed into the future hero, forcing him to spread his legs, barely able to hold back the whimper of desperation.
"?!?!"
But the next moment, Justin's brain went blank, as Rotsard grabbed his head and pressed it against his stomach.
"...you don't want those cretins to find you… Do you?"
"...!"
Rotsard leaned down and whispered into Justin's ear, causing the future hero to flinch and tremble, not even daring to raise his head to look at the bleached-blond-haired boy.
"..."
"...!"
After getting his face mushed into Rotsard's stomach a bit harder, Justin realized it was an actual question that demanded an answer…
"..."
So after gathering all the composure he had left to hold back and not bawl his eyes out in shame, Justin shook his head…
"...then better start pissing…"
"?!?!"
Rotsard's barely audible scoff sent chills down Justin's spine.
The future hero trembled, clenching his fists and biting his lips to the point of almost drawing blood…
…and he followed the command…
"See? Obediently beneath me."
"...!"
Rotsard leaned away, grabbing Justin's face and using his thumb to wipe the tears gathering in the corner of the future hero's left eye, leaving his crimson-faced classmate utterly speechless.
Honestly?
Seeing the complete mess of Justin's expression, his humiliation, embarrassment, and confusion, was the best remedy for Rotsard's fury.
"Hmhm~"
"!!!"
As he turned around and began to open the door, Rotsard licked Justin's tears off his thumb and chuckled, leaving the petrified future hero to his own devices.
"..."
As Rotsard was washing his hands in silence, the upperclassmen who checked all the other stalls exchanged hesitant looks. They seemed restless about something, but none of them seemed eager to speak up first.
"...what is it…?"
"...!"
Finally, Rotsard asked first, staring at the group's reflection.
"...that commomner… Is… was he in there…?"
The one student who recognized Rotsard at the start and stopped his friend from finishing his rude sentence cleared his throat and asked…
"..."
Earning himself the look of absolute abhor from the bleached-blond-haired boy.
"...yeah… Yes. He's in there."
"!!!"
After a moment, Rotsard unexpectedly shrugged his shoulders and nodded, drying his hands while shocking the others.
"Wh-what?! He is?!"
The rude student from earlier let out a dumb-sounding gasp.
"Of course. And I already pissed all over him. Go ahead and see for yourself."
"...o-oh…"
*twack*
"We apologize, young lord Vallhall. Have a nice day."
Rotsard cackled nastily and motioned at the stall he broke the lock on, causing another student to smack the head of the rude one, while the other one bowed before the whole group exited the bathroom.
"I'll offer it once. I can stand guard."
Right as he himself was about to leave, Rotsard stopped, glanced over his shoulder, and asked…
"...e-… eh…?"
After a few seconds, a pitiful high-pitched whimper came out of the last stall.
"Well?"
"...!"
Rotsard urged, and a startled sound came out of the stall in response.
"Alright. I'm goin…"
"...w-wait…! S-stand guard… please…"
The bleached-blond-haired boy shrugged his shoulders and scoffed, but he closed his mouth once he picked up on the pitiful plea, not louder than a whisper.
"..."
Since he was the one to offer it, Rotsard turned right around and walked back to the last stall, turning on the water in one of the faucets so that the sound of the running water would drown out other potential sounds.
Lastly, turned back to the stand and leaned on its door.
"..tha… nk… u…"
"..."
Another tiny whimper came out of the stall, but Rotsard tactfully didn't bother reacting to it.
Inasted, he looked his own reflection in the eye.
He was quite surprised at the expression he was making.
Of all people, he was feeling sorry for a peasant?
Preposterous.
Still…
Rotsard did come to a conclusion about the faint smell of blood accompanying Justin…
What he figured out after considering all the evidence at hand was…
Hemorrhoids.
The ailment that the future hero suffered from had to be hemorrhoids.
But at Justin's age?
It definitely looked like the future hero was already under a lot more stress than Rotsard expected.
...and he ended up taking pity on him...