Bartender

Chapter 5

I knock on Tomura's door shyly. "Hello? Can I come in?"
No one answers. I sigh. "I'm coming in," I announce, opening the door.
The blue haired male sits on the bed, his knees curled to his chest as he toys with one of his hand models. He glares up at me, his one red eye beaming through the hand on his face.
"I brought you dinner," I say in a soft voice. I walk over to the bed only to have him scoot away from me. He looks at me with fear swallowing his eye.
"It's okay. I won't bite."
He just stares at me.
I sigh, sitting the plate down on the bed. "You don't have to talk," I say softly. "I was just trying to be nice."
I can't hide the slight sadness in my voice. Everyone else has been very open with me, quickly accepting me into their group.
I turn and head towards the door. I reach for the handle when I hear him speak for the first time.
"Why," his stratchy voice trembles.
I turn to him, my hair falling into my face a little. "Why what," I ask.
It takes him a moment to respond. He twists the fingers of the hand model like he's nervous.
"Why are you being nice to me," he asks, sounding confused.
I smile softly. "Because I want to get to know you, Tomura."
He perks up slightly when I say his name. He hesitantly holds the hand on his face. "You don't want to do that," he says sadly.
He removes the hand from his face, revealing himself to me. His red eyes and lips are lifeless and shriveled.
I soften, turning to him completely. "And why you do think that," I ask.
He tilts his head down, his long blue hair covering his face. "You don't belong here."
I sink, regretting opening my mouth.
He looks up at me with sad eyes. "You're just going to get hurt."
I step towards him curiously. His eyes hold fear and concern but his body doesn't move as I approach him.
"Nothing is going to hurt me," I smile.
He stares at me with a childlike gaze.
I pick the plate back up and present it to him. "You need to eat, sweetie."
He softens, taking the plate from my hands shyly.
"T-Thank you."