I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 33

Wearing the uniform, he served as an assistant. It was only assistance, but even so, it felt as if he were attending school as a true student, and for several days now Fleck had been giddy every time he wore the uniform.

Still giddy, Fleck got carried away. Because he was carried away, his work was going smoothly.
In such a peaceful world, data entry ought to go smoothly—otherwise something was wrong.
So he thought he would push forward like this, and have Heliosphere say, Amazing, Fleck.

With that in mind, Fleck finally decided to go bring back documents himself, to keep his progress moving forward, and he stepped into the archive room. He had already finished today’s portion, even the review.
No matter how often he asked for more, Heliosphere would not add to the mountain of materials.
That left him idle. So, with plenty of time before the lunch break, he wanted to take on some extra work.

Fleck remembered the cramped archive room, judged that he could manage just by leaning on the neatly lined shelves, and rose to his feet without his cane. It had been a while since he last entered, and every shelf was stuffed to bursting with documents. It looked as though the work would continue for a long while yet—meaning he could remain by Heliosphere’s side for that much longer. Shaking his head, he tried to throw off that foolish desire.

Weaving through the shelves swollen with paper bundles ready to burst, Fleck reached the back, where he found a small space. It was at the very end of the room, on the highest shelf.
That empty space must mean those were the documents already entered. Then he only had to reach for the pile beside it. Eagerly, Fleck stretched out his hand.

“Ah—doesn’t… quite… reach.”

No, it did. His fingers caught on the bottom of the stack. Fleck stretched with all his might, both hands reaching. Since he couldn’t rely on his right leg, he pushed up on his left alone, standing on tiptoe until at last the documents brushed his hand.

“Gyaaah!”

A small shriek burst out of him— One sheet fell lightly, but gathered together they came down as a mass, a blunt weapon made of paper. Thud, rustle, crash—surrendering to gravity, the documents fell.

Fleck had no ability to escape. He was buried under the pile.

Heavy things struck him, hurting so much he couldn’t even cry out. His body bent in strange directions.
Pinned to the floor by the weight, his legs and arms crossed, his body twisted, the heap pressing down unbearably.

Fleck struggled to rise. But no matter how he tried, he could not move. Pain, weight. The papers and the floor were cold, and he carelessly regretted not draping the mantle over his shoulders.

It hurt. It had been a long time since he was truly injured.

It was suffocating. The pile of paper pressed into the soft parts of his body.

It was cold. The inanimate weight stole away his warmth.

Numbness spread.

Agony.

Pain.

Fleck could do nothing now but endure.