"What if I threw a water balloon from up here onto Dave's head?"
"Where would you even find a water balloon?"
Leo shot Nathan a skeptical look—because he was fairly sure Nathan already had a stash nearby.
Nathan hesitated for a moment, then elaborated. "The janitor's closet. He has water balloons in there."
Leo raised both eyebrows.
Then they lifted even higher as an uncomfortable thought crossed his mind.
'Wait… is he the vandal?'
It was a stretch, but still—why would a janitor have water balloons in the middle of winter?
'Not my business,' Leo decided, and let it go.
Instead, he looked down at the field. He and Nathan leaned against the rooftop railing, watching the students below—boys in sharp tuxedos, girls in elegant dresses—dancing in pairs or groups around a massive bonfire.
It was cliché, Leo thought. But it had been Nathan's idea. And Leo had agreed to it, letting the otaku live out his fantasy—at least, that was what Leo told himself.
