[color=ed145b][b]NICO LEHMANN[/b][/color]

The impact knocked three things from Nico: his glasses, his rage, and his reaction time.

In the chaos of limbs and joints jabbing each other, Nico had somehow wound up on his back, flattened beneath Asswipe and a panther that transformed into a cute--and underdressed--girl. With nothing but the sky's blurred shades of blue in his immediately visible view, Nico wheezed a quick groan of pain as the throbbing pain from his head forced his eyes shut momentarily. He didn't even know which emotion to pick as a reaction to everything and most importantly--

[i][color=ed145b]Heavy...[/color][/i]

Physical education was the bane of Nico's normal high school life, but he sorely regretted skipping out on so many periods of PE at the moment. Only able to catch quick breaths of air, Nico's free left arm (the other currently pinned by the combined weight of two people) groped around for his glasses.

That was when Asswipe shifted above him and an elbow thrust into Nico's stomach. He gasped loudly and coughed, glaring at the shock of ginger hair above him. A niggling voice in the back of his mind--the one that had no regard for context--started trying to pin down the hair's shade of color.

[i][color=ed145b]Wait. The thread.[/color][/i]

At that moment, a blur of red waved back and forth against the sky blue background and Nico's body jolted a bit. 

[i][color=ed145b]That's mine. That color is mine.[/color][/i]

Shoving the rest of his reactions aside for the moment--

[color=ed145b][i]Did that panther really turn into a girl?[/i][/color]

[color=ed145b][i]Goddammit, where are my glasses?[/i][/color]

Shoving. It. Aside. For the moment, Nico strained against the bodies on top of him, his free hand now reaching towards the bundle of red moving back and forth above him.

[color=f6989d]"Give..."[/color] he whispered, almost running out of breath just from that, [color=f6989d]"give it back."[/color]

Not counting the roughly 150kg of people weight on him, Nico was drained. The whole exchange with Asswipe had only lasted a few minutes, but he felt like he had just run that mile on the school track that everyone else could always finish in time. His brain duly noted that Asswipe was using his thread as some kind of lure to get the girl off of them, and he struggled to even find the words to express exactly how much he despised the guy above him.

As the thread remained out of his reach like some bad metaphor about Nico's entire damn life, he felt the first pinpricks of tears. If they were from the pain, the magical exertion, or both, Nico didn't care. He just wanted his color back.

[color=f6989d]"Go--"[/color] he gasped another breath in [color=f6989d]"die."[/color]

The sigil on his left hand flickered slightly, but resumed a steady, albeit fainter glow now. There was some strange comfort in the sigil's color matching that of the thread's.