The memories from yesterday still lingered in my head. My foot felt better at the least. Until it hit me, Ishida only explained to me what a Hollow was. But he didn't answer the other question. What was that bracelet? I cursed at myself for not reminding him. I thought about asking him again.
But how would I start it? Hey, that glowing thing on your hand last night, what was that? What's that bracelet for?
I shook my head. I barely knew him, asking questions like that. He probably wouldn't want to answer them. Another odd thing was I couldn't contact anyone from my country. By anyone, I meant my sensei, who sent me here. I had her number on speed dial, but when I called her; it was an invalid number.
I've used that number for such a long time. I was sure it was hers. So, I came to the conclusion I was stuck in Japan with no way of going back home.
It was his class. I bit on the end of my pen as he spoke at the front. The way he just moved swiftly, as he explained the difference between 'your' and 'you're'. His brown hair. Something inside me wanted to run my hands over it.
I looked away from him, Sis, he's dangerous, remember that. I looked at him again. He was looking at me, and my insides began to panic. When a teacher looks at me, there were always two outcomes. One, they were about to call me up to answer a question or, two, they were ready to ask me why I wasn't focusing on the lesson.
He looked away from me. I exhaled with relief. I thought I was really screwed for a second. The good thing was I was pretty good at English. I drew doodles in my sketchbook, still listening to the lesson.
You should stay clear of him, I kept thinking about it. What was so dangerous about him? I admit, he did have the appearance and the aura of a villain. But despite that, I had an attraction towards him, which was bugging me to no end. His voice, oh god, that deep velvet voice could easily hypnotise me.
THAT'S DANGEROUS, HE COULD MAKE YOU DO THINGS YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO DO.
I shook my head. My high imagination wasn't going to make me any better.
"Ned?" his velvet voice called.
I immediately turned to him, "Y-Yes?" I adjusted my glasses.
"You seem distracted," he said, "Are you alright?"
"Y-Yes, I'm alright! S-Sorry," I bit on my nails, crap. He looked at me for a second longer and continued on with the lesson. I covered my face with my hand, feeling my face burning. It wasn't always a teacher who noticed I was distracted in class. Was it too obvious? Do I make a face when I was thinking?
The bell rang. The class was dismissed, and I was about to head to my club.
"Ned, could you stay for a moment?" he spoke. I froze in my seat, crap crap crap. I looked at everyone leaving the classroom.
Ishida, Ichigo, Orihime and the girl with short black-haired lingered a little longer. They looked at me with concern and they eyed Mr Sosuke with suspicion. They slowly exit the class, are they worried about me? I looked at Aizen, who was cleaning the blackboard. The gang looked at each other before leaving.
Aizen approached my desk, "Ned," he paused, "Is everything alright?" he asked, his tone hushed and delicate. "It's only your third day. You seem troubled."
He could read me better than my old counsellor or my best friend. "Uh," I was struggling to find the right words. And possibly not lose my sanity over this man. What was I supposed to say? I couldn't address that my classmates warned me about him.
And now I was alone in the homeroom with him. His brown eyes poured into mine.
Crap.
"I'm alright, sir! I'm just having trouble fitting in," I muttered, looking away from him, "B-But it's nothing major," I nervously laughed. I was confused about how I was feeling. Was I nervous because I fancied him or was it because I had fear towards this man?
He let out a deep sigh, "Well, don't be shy to tell," he walked to the front, "I'm your teacher. You're my student, Ned. If anything is troubling you, don't hesitate to tell me," he smiled, adjusting his glasses, "You may go to your club."
I got off my seat, bowed down to him, and immediately left. My heart pounding right out of my chest. He's dangerous! Distance yourself from him! I felt my cheeks burn. I covered my face as I walked. "Get yourself together!" I whispered to myself, "Getting yourself wrapped around his finger is the last thing you want."
I felt like bashing my head on my table. Because I wanted him out of my head. I always had a soft spot for someone checking up on me. I kicked some debris from the concrete. I was frustrated with myself. How could I easily let myself do this to me?
It was already dark. I stayed back a little late to clean up the class the club was held in. I joined the literature club, even though it wasn't popular, but I appreciate the whole concept of the club. The president was nice. She asked me why I was late and I told her the truth.
She looked familiar somehow. She had long coral-brown hair, and she tied it into a ponytail with a white bow. Plus with bangs and two long strands of hair on the side. But alas, I dismissed it. She looked like a nice girl, plus her poems were pretty cool.
I stopped at the playground. I expected to see it empty, but I saw a figure in a black kimono of some sort. They had crimson red hair tied into a high ponytail. They held a Katana. In front of them was a Hollow, but it wasn't a silhouette I saw.