Fill the silence | Itafushi

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TW: swearing, social anxiety

Two years before the day

Megumi POV

I groan when the sound of my alarm lingers in my ears, pulling me out of the beautiful sleep I was having.

I reach out to turn it off and sit on the bed trying to wake up.

After staying there for a while, staring at the wall, I get up and head towards the bathroom, taking a quick shower and getting ready for school.

I live alone, since I lived in several foster homes during my childhood, but I never managed to stabilize in any, so when I turned 18, I got a job and after some time I got enough money to get this apartment.

Picking up my phone, I see that it took me too long to get dressed, so I run to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread and putting my shoes on awkwardly, almost forgetting the keys and leaving the house making my way towards the train station.

I manage to enter the train in time, just before it left the station, breathing heavily and receiving some confused looks from other people.

I hate being stared at.

As it is still early, there are plenty of empty seats, so I take the opportunity to sit down and get some rest, as I do every morning before school.

After a few minutes of traveling I open my eyes and see a boy sitting on the benches in front of me.

He had pink hair with an undercut and two weird scars on his face, I couldn't see the color of his eyes as he had them closed while listening to something on his headphones, but I already know that they are brown, because this is not the first time that I see him here.
In fact, it is quite common to catch the same train both to and from school as him.

His expression has always interested me, he seems relaxed and calm, as if all the problems in the world did not affect him. But I know that that is not possible.

As I don't usually talk much, I'm used to watching people, and after some time you start to be able to see through their stab wounds.

Most people lie through the image they want to show, whether they are happy, sad or angry, there are very few people who are true to themselves to the point of showing it to the world without a mask.

But for some reason, even after months of watching him, I can't see through his wounds... It's like he has trained all his life to keep this lie of being calm and happy in the eyes of others...

When I realized it, I arrived at my station.

Passing by him, our eyes meet for a few seconds when he opens them to see which station we stopped at, sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes look... broken.

I ignore my thoughts about the strange boy and make my way towards school.

I hate school. In fact I think that nobody likes school, but for someone with the amount of anxiety and social awkwardness that I have is even worse.

I feel like all eyes are on me, like everyone expects me to talk or say something interesting or fun. But it never happens.

I head towards the classroom and enter hoping that it will start soon so that I don't have to listen to other people talking.

As it is easy to guess I am not very popular, I mean there are a few girls that like me but that's just because of my looks. I am not the type of person capable of going to talk to someone and having a normal conversation in my own free will. There are very few people who do not mind walking with someone silent like me.