Long Forgotten

the beginning

I don't like this.

From the start, I never thought that friends were... A 'Must need.' In the end, you'd always be on the outside. Friends were just dumb anyway. The word was only created to make people feel like they'd have a closer bond.

In reality, that was not the case.

In this world, looks are everything. The better you look, the more people would welcome you into their lives. The worse you look, the more people will eye you with a judging and cold expression.

I would know.

My hair, my weirdly pale skin. Yes, maybe if I were open and thought of friends as a real thing, I wouldn't be in the state I was in now.

Maybe I'm even handsome, If I had been nice and kept my thoughts in my head, maybe people wouldn't have been 'afraid' of me.

But since I was quiet, kept to myself and made my mind clear.

People didn't like me.

But I didn't care. I would always fall behind anyway. 

My poor health would always catch up to me anyways.

'Gross, what a showoff!'

'Hey, come on, go talk to him; isn't he kinda cute?'

'Ew! No way.. He's just a pervert!'

'I know, I know! I was just joking haha.'

'Does he really think dying his hair is cool? What a dumb first-year.'

'I don't know what you see in him. He's so weak.'

'He's pathetic.'

I had grown used to the words. They meant nothing to me anymore.

I was an outsider, I understood that.

But it was unfair.

Which was why I hated Serinuma so much.

Despite her appearance, people would only merely tease her about it, in contrast to me. She was always happy. Always smiling. Always with friends.

She's so much uglier then me.

It's unfair.

It wasn't long before I bumped into a beautiful teary girl as I was doing rounds.

She had long lashes, a small chin and wonderful locks.

She was beautiful.

"I'm sorry Shinomiya, I have to go now."

Her voice sounded like honey to my ears, and a deep blush took over my face.

My hand reached out quickly, wrapping around her slender wrist, cheeks burning.

She knows my name?

"W-wait!"

My voice echoed throughout the corridor.

She stared at me, curiosity spreading across her face.

"Well.."

What should I say?

"We.."

Ah! I know.

"We need to go the infirmary, your knees are scraped."

For the first time in a while, my heart was beating hard.

But in a good way.

A plain-looking man was sitting in the infirmary as we entered, my hand still around the girls slender wrist. I recognized him as Mutsumi, a senpai.