The Butterfly's Meaning || ♡Komahina/Hinakoma♡

My Partner

Third Person P.O.V 

Like a flash of a light, the weekend passed. Everyone who had to would be sent to school, and that was when the entire Group of Gifts plan would start out. In other words, the beginning of misery. Well, mostly for the kids from the organization's side. The others were probably just upset for whatever reason, as unfortunate as that thought was. Komaeda was especially disappointed in the mere idea. But, he had no say in what was to happen. Plus, there was at least the slight possibility that good luck could come to his favor. Maybe he would be lucky enough to have a good experience there. 

But that was only the slightest bit of a possibility. Nothing close to likely. As far as the albino knew, at the least. His friends actually got a bit skeptical on it as well. Apparently, they'd each be getting a single person to partner up with for the entire week in their classes. They'd be able to interact with others as well, but they'd be working with their partner during the classes and mainly trying to befriend them. And from what Nagito had heard, their partnering wasn't randomized. They actually put thought in who would be put with who; it reminded the pale hopeless romantic of how the soulmates idea worked. With how the universe gives a good decision as to who would love another person, and how the method would work. Perhaps that thought was a stretch, but that was simply what the cloudette had thought of when learning about it. 

Him, Rantaro and Ouma decided that the three of them would be walking together. They just didn't want to separate, as it may be unsafe if they were on their own. They had asked Togami, but he denied and assumed that he would be fine going there on his own. Which honestly, was just the normal Byakuya Togami for anyone who knew him, even a little. Despite the fact that he had friends, he preferred being entirely alone most of the time, doing things on his own especially. And it was fine, he would probably be the most safe without others around. Ouma and Amami could hardly even go thirty minutes without each other, and the greenette needed help with being pushed (via Komaeda's help, as him and the purple headed one would chat and flirt), and the one with violet hair would need help with his viewing and looking out for things he may not be able to see. Both Amami and the cloudette would help him out with that when they had to and were able to. 

While walking into the main building of Hope's Peak, they would of course chat with each other as per; well, except for Komaeda, though he would still bring out his phone and type to converse with the other two. And they did get a few glares, though those were at least ignoble and no severe action was taken. That was incredibly relieving, honestly. After all the dreadful thoughts that had been pushed into Komaeda's head space throughout the weekend, nothing horrid was turning up for them. Well, so far at least. 'So far' was what kept the pale cloudette on edge, and in a negative manner. But, thanks to the other two he at least somewhat was able to keep his head high. 

Then it came to getting in the classroom. It was almost a replica of what you would see in your stereotypical high school romance film, a quite chaotic and loud classroom with very few quiet classmates. The paper airplanes swiftly gliding across the room, audible chatter, pencils being thrown to the other side of the room, having an unfortunate probability of hitting someone in the eye. It was almost scary, thinking about walking through this classroom. Though, there were at least those few calmer ones that seemed like they would take the protagonist role in a regular, over done animes revolving around school life. Lame, in other words, but they were at least decent enough to not be as chaotic and disrespectful as the majority of the classroom. Though, despite them seeming to be boring anime protagonists, there was one that caught Nagito's eye; Amami and Ouma were more focused on each other so they hadn't caught on opinions of the classroom yet. But the albino was different. There was one of the calm ones; they had brown, spiky hair, said hair seeming like it could kill someone just as easy as a kitchen knife would. They were staring at the front of the classroom, with forest green eyes that were shaped perfectly, most likely daydreaming at that very moment. Their skin was a pretty tan, but it wasn't anything like on spray tan or sun tan levels of tan. It was a smooth shade, in Komaeda's eyes; not a single thing wrong with their appearance at all. If anything, Nagito honestly found them quite attractive.