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•|• Lesson One •|•

Squinting his sight caught hold of her jovial figure pushing back a strand of hair from her shoulder, legs as heavy as lead he trudged his way towards her shortening the distance slowly but surely as the ground shifted beneath his feet.

He could do this.

He can still make it.

He can finally be happy; just a couple more steps...

"Nene-chan, I saw you talking with Minamoto-senpai earlier!" Aoi gushed excitedly capturing the interest of both parties.

"Yes!" Nene replied dreamily clasping her hands together with a sigh. "It was so wonderful, I had been trying to get a book off a high self when he swept in to help!"

His body felt laden gripping him in place as the words flew past her lips. Hadn't he been the one to offer his assistance when their upperclassmen came out of nowhere and swept it clean from his fingertips? And, why did she sound so heart-stricken at the mention of the blond senpai? Could it be he who had swooned the boke Daikon?

His heart ached, tearing itself in two as his mind and body crumbled upon itself. His will to keep going waning as emotions flooded through him like a tidal wave.

Humiliation.

Heartache.

Envy.

Doubt.

All he could muster was self-loathing thoughts of how and why it wasn't him. Why he couldn't be the one trusted with her love and admiration.

The mass of color soon flitted into one large mass of red hues obscuring his vision from the environment around him while his body finally gave in slumping onto itself. He soon grew cold. The air was stolen from his lungs as liquid wrapped itself around him, cradling his fragile frame within its icy embrace muffling the universe and everything in its hold.

"It's okay now," A familiar voice echoed in the darkness breaking through the wall built around him hushed by the clog in his ears. "That was certainly a close call, Yugi-san. Any minute longer and you'd have dried out." The voice once again broke through singing its soft melody. This time, however, it sounded much closer.

Light filtered through the cracks the voice had made shining brightly down upon him. Tiredly his eyes peeked open gazing up around at the new setting. Everything appeared so much bigger than before, the desk of the classroom standing tall casting a shadow down upon the desk he resided, said desk is big enough to hold both himself and an extraordinarily large pen with enough space to fit much more.

"I know this situation isn't ideal, in fact, it's the worst-case scenario, but I put everything you need in there so it can't be that bad." A chuckle came from above capturing his attention, in front of the large desk stood the ghost he'd ran from earlier that day, her large hands lifting him from his resting place moving them over towards a giant mirror by the door.

"Viola!" She sang presenting to him around a fish tank with rather small gold and black fish swishing around with the water. Both stayed there silently for a few moments, she watching on nervously as he marveled at the reflection in confusion.