Our Last Dance

The New Student

9 January 2020

Today is the same as yesterday, and the day before. School sucks, as it always does, and in this plastic chair lies you, a half-dead student who's about to doze off. You keep your eyes open in case Mr Gojo catches you, but slowly, darkness is all you see the next second. Life isn't easy being a lowlife, casted away from the attention of class. Every year's the same, you get grades(good or bad), stand up for yourself against bullies and lose friends. Friends. What a joke. The clock ticks to 1.45pm exactly. Great, an hour left. You're ready to binge on some anime's when you get home. Probably it'll take a few hours, then you'd start on homework. Yeah, that sounds good. Who needs friends? Who needs company? When you have a whole load of anime's to fill your time with? Your eyes drift away from the white wall in front of you, to the window from across the room. The wind's pretty strong today, everyone's wearing sweaters. Cold weather, what a nice setting to fall asle-

"Nice to meet you, my name is Itadori Yuuji." the voice vibrates in your ears. Your head lifts itself from the table, the scene in front of you so clear. It's a boy. Pink haired boy. He's bowing 90 degrees to us. When he stands back up, you catch him in one look. With bright eyes and a simple smile. Oh, he's a new student here. He's wearing his uniform wrong, with his tie not properly tied, hanging loosely against his obviously un-ironed sweater. He looks...like a homeless baboon. A clown, perhaps?

The sound that left your mouth echoes across the room. There's no point in playing it cool anymore, it's clear everyone heard you. Shit shit shit. You wish for the ground to swallow you at this point. No, don't look at me like that. The boy's eyes move to you now, and you sit still. Before you know it, your hands have gone cold, it's hard to swallow...

Mr Gojo smiles upon hearing your scoff, and pats the boy on his back. "Alright then, why don't you take a seat right next to y/n, Itadori-kun?" his voice is haunting, evil under those sapphire blue eyes. You roll your eyes, pushing your back to your seat, obviously irritated by this. This empty seat is the best seat for you because no one dares to come near it, there's room for your bag and your worksheets, but now he has to ruin all of it. Stupid Ita-whatever his name is. Your blood is boiling at this point, but you grasp the ends of your table, passing him a side eye. The boy looks rather healthy, he's tall too, maybe he'll fit right in. Mr Gojo continues with his lesson, while you continue to find something to do. Right, maybe if he stays quiet, I can sle-

"Y/n, right? Nice to meet you, I'm-"

"Yeah I know, you just introduced yourself a few minutes ago."

You notice the hand he's ever so nicely given out to you, but you didn't notice till now. His spark has died down, his smile has disappeared. Shit, am I doing this again? Shutting people out with that mouth of yours again, y/n? Do you know anything else better? You bite your lip, the guilt beginning to crawl back to you. "Hey, I'm sorry." your voice is low, unexpectedly cracking. But the boy doesn't look back. He's too focused on Mr Gojo, his innocent smile absent from his face, only his dimmed eyes. You keep calling him, trying not to be too loud incase MR Gojo catches you, and even starting to tap on his shoulder. "Hey...HEY! I'm talking to you-"

Suddenly, the boy stands up, the chair behind him dragged to the back, making a loud screeching sound. Everyone turns out way. "Sorry Mr Gojo, but this girl here is distracting me." 

Oh, the way you want to choke him to death. It's like the gates of hell have opened, ready to swallow him whole. I hope you burn in the pits of hell, you motherf-

"Y/n, stand at the back." Mr Gojo instructs. You take your stand, but is interrupted by him. When silenced, you're always ready to fight back. However, this dude's a freshman, you can't start anything with him because he's new. You hold your tongue, stand up and make your way back to the class. When you turn back, you suddenly feel his strong grip on your wrist, and when you turn back to see, he whispers "You think you'd get away with this so easily, huh?" his raspy voice is squeaky, like he's whining or something like that. It's hard to figure out, but he's definitely testing you. You shove his hand away, and you walk back. Hearing these voices, these murmuring and soft laughter around you really makes you want to scream. It's always like this, you being the enemy, you being the bully, when you're really just trying to confide. And you're tired of playing the bad guy, being hated for your looks. It's not fair, it never is. 

As you stand at the back of the class with the rest of your classmates focus, the darkness start to fall right in, back to you. Great, Itadori's the next person you need to ignore. Good job, y/n, you're a life-saver, you know that? The humiliation runs up your spine as you begin to take it all in, cursing under your breath. Everybody hates me now.

Somehow standing at the back of the class is possibly the worst punishment in school at the moment. Because it fills you with doubt, that it makes you hate yourself even more. You'd rather be caned or thrown at a wall than to deal with these emotions in silence, these stupid comments you've heard. And now, Yuuji's the only person you could hold onto. Yet, he let you down. No, you did this, y/n. You ruined a chance at friendship, a chance to set things straight for your future. But you were too damn egoistic, with all the trash talk and narcissistic beliefs. You swallow your pride, tasting the feel of being left out once more.  

At this moment, of all the times you've stood at the back of the class, worried that people will judge you, life didn't matter. And you understood that you were the bad guy. "I'm the bad guy, so be it." has always been your motive. Whether it was finding love, or giving up hopes, or taking chances in friendships, you were always the bad guy. With nothing good to say. With self esteem issues. With so many problems cut out for you that people didn't want to deal with. 

Your strides were long, swift. Sweat dripped down your neck and it was cooling once the wind hits it as you continued. Your breaths were choppy, your heart racing unstoppably. Your ankles gave way, causing you to slip once. But you kept going, pushing away the thought of being caught. When was the last time you felt this alive?

At this moment, you break free. It didn't matter where you went, or where you'd end up, you just wanted to run. Run , far away from reality. To set every responsibility on the ground beneath you and be free.