𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓. 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 ᝰ.ᐟ

30 ᝰ.ᐟ

He yawned tiredly, raising his hand to return his way - and before he was able to speak up about something, you already rushed out of the class as if there was no tomorrow, unironically leaving dust with your speed.

"I was about to ask..." he trailed off say up straight, hands falling to his desk again.

"C'mon, Seishiro. We got training." Reo interrupted him, sliding your chair against the table again to free the way for his best friend. "If we're late, Ego-san will get our ass and eventually we have to stay longer."

"Right..." Nagi blinked slowly, "I was about to ask her something."

"Who? What? Ichigo? No never. You can ask me instead." the purple head frantically shook his head, making Nagi stare at him. "What's with this stare..."

Meanwhile you? You were already at the shoe lockers, surrounded by lots of other students - accompanied by friends while you were... Well you are alone. Yet it's nothing to worry about since you got used to it.

Getting misunderstood because of stupid rumours, you mean. Being alone all the time outside of school and also during class doesn't mean you got used to no company at all. In fact, you think you're starting to yearn for more contact.

Especially now that your best friend feels off.

"One day I will have lots and lots of friends." you muttered under your breath, putting your shoes for the school ground into the locker.

"Hey, did that freak talk to herself right now?"

"Don't speak, bro. Or else you'll end up like her."

"Imma show them so bad." your eye twitched constantly as you knitted your eyebrows together.

Who are they? Nobody's, that's right. Not even relevant to the actual storyline. You rolled your eyes and made your way out of the school building, steps large and pace unforgivingly swift.

Until your gaze landed on a boy with dark-blue hair, making you stagger mid walk. "Ah... Yoichi!" you called out, surprise filling your expression while you slowly made your way towards your friend. "What are you doing here? Without a bag."

"Uh... I got club." he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flickering around - to avoid your gaze, "but i'm here to give you this."

"Huh?" you glanced back to his hand, a bottle of water in his hold. And then you couldn't help but inspect his hand, sweat gliding down his skin and the grip around the bottle was strong. "For me? A bottle of water?"

"Make sure to not... cry too much." he immediately answered, the heat catching up on him and painting his face in a rosy red. "Okay?"

For another minute, your stare on the gift seemed analysing and also confused before you reached out your hand for his extended one, grasping the bottle without no words - fingers grazing ever so slightly, a ghostly touch indeed.

A shudder run down Isagi's spine as he didn't hesitate to let his hand fall to the side. "Sorry." he blurted out as he inwardly slammed his head against the cement wall before closing his eyes to focus himself on the current situation.

"For what?" you sweat dropped, lips curling into a bright smile. "Thank you, Yoichi."

"No problem! You have to take care of yourself, okay?" he opened his eyes again and was about to leave, "if something's wrong, call me!"

"Okay." you nodded, watching how he swiftly hurried into the building - probably panicking that Ego is about to get his ass for being late.

Yes, you should go home now.