—Tora—
I stood outside of the door to the Japanese classroom, staring at nothing in particular.
"I sense something," Shika said, his baby voice coming out in a squeak as he appeared on my shoulder.
I tensed. The last time he said that, we were nearly thrown into the river. "Is it one of those masked things?" I asked, looking at him. What had that man called them? Hollows?
He ruffled his orange fur—a no.
"Something else?"
He nodded.
I bit my lip, eyes hardening as I tried to think. "Is it like that robed guy?"
He nodded again. "A lot of them," he confirmed. "But something's...off about this force," he explained. "Like its...subdued or something."
I studied the door, trying to will some sort of answer out of it. "Maybe you should hide."
"Huh?" He looked at me, tilting his puff-ball body to the side.
"In case they're not friendly," I clarified.
He whimpered, unhappy with leaving me alone when I didn't know anything.
I sighed. "I'm sorry, Shika, but it's for the best. What if one of them can see you?"
"I get it," he said reluctantly.
I smiled, trying to reassure him. "Just meet me at the gates, okay?"
"Fine," he answered. Before I could say anything else, he twisted into himself, disappearing with a pop.
Just in time, too, because the teacher said, "You can come in now, Ito."
Taking a deep breath, I slid open the door, trying to keep my face neutral.
Except that was hard this time because as soon as the door cracked open, it felt like a bulldozer had rammed into me, threatening to smash me against the floor. My knees buckled, and I almost collapsed, but the murmurs of students brought me out of it. Instead, I looked at the ground, using my bangs to cover the fact my eyes were closed, and focused on breathing deeply, willing whatever force around me to go away. After a few seconds, it subsided enough for me to look up without cringing.
No one seemed to have noticed anything. The only thing off was a few dumbfounded faces, but that could just as easily be caused by the dirt stains all over me.
I sighed quietly, barely keep myself from shaking my head.
In my scuffle with the shinigamis this morning, I was thrown into a construction zone, getting mud all over me. It was only thanks to Shika that I got most of it out of my hair—though it had tangled it up so much, my hair was practically defying gravity—but there was no way I could get it out of my clothes, not without a washing machine and some serious stain remover. I had thought about going home and changing before I came to school, but I had already been running late before the shinigami had attacked, let alone after the fight was finally over.
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