"What were they talking about?! Me? Not living a life? What a blether!" I yelped to myself as I clenched the book I was holding. "Woah- Sorry." I was so busy talking to myself that I completely forgot where I was. I ran into a weird-looking guy as he quickly apologized and caught me before I made an impact with the ground third time this day. I looked at my "saviour", he had green messy hair with the same colored eyes. He wore casual clothes like it wasn't school but some skid row. I looked at his accessories, bunch of metal piercings, some weird-looking bands, and rings, this piqued my curiousity and grossed me out at the same time. He looked like that guy who would sell you narcotics for your virginity. "Um. . . Are you okay?" I tore my gaze off him as I scoffed and turned around from him. "Tch. Narcomaniac." I strolled away. "Huh? Hey-" I didn't bother to look back at that disgusting-looking guy.
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Walking inside my classroom I realized that I was the first one to arrive. I sat on my seat and noticed that I lost my book! I hastily looked through my bag in search of my precious artifact of peace and comfort, alas it wasn't there. I heard someone's footsteps as I looked up to see the white-haired guy. "What? Came to break my nose completely?" I shot him an annoyed look. "No, I know I'm trash and I have no right to talk to you, but I wanted to make sure that you're okay." He shyly looked away as a cherry-red blush tinted his pale cheeks. "I'm glad that you're aware of your social status as a mere peasant. I am alright, despite the swelling pain I'm in." I answered monotonously.
"Are you searching for something?" He asked worryingly. I looked at him, socipath, weirdo, self-deprecating loner, I could easily exploit him. I smiled weakly and stood up. "I lost my book, 'No longer human' by Osamu Dazai it had burgundy hard cover." I stated. "We can search for it in lost-and-found section after school if you want." Wow, didn't realize he was SO helpful! I thought with sarcasm.
"Or we can look around the school when everyone will leave." He suggested as if he heard my thoughts on his previous idea. I'm sure he would try to kidnap or murder me if we would be alone, better stay away from him. "Sure, thanks um-" "Komaeda Nagito, although I doubt you will remember my name." He scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Yeah, nice meeting you." I pushed my pride aside as I shook his hand.
That's then I noticed that the class was filling up with students. "So, meet you after school?" He asked sheepishly. "You know what? I don't want to disturb you, I'm sure your family would get concerned if you won't come home-" "I have no family." His cold confession made my eyes widen. "Oh. . . Well, I wouldn't mind if you helped me, considering how enormous this academy is." Komaeda is also an orphan, despite his odd looks and creepy aura that he has around him, I must have a little bit of solidarity. It would be better if I behaved a bit politer with him. "Okay then, meet you after school!" He smiled and walked back towards his seat.
"Looks like you found yourself a friend." Izuru stated as he took a seat by my side. "Don't say nonsesnse. I have no friends." I crossed my arms. "What about that white-haired guy who is constantly staring at you?" I looked at the direction he was pointing at. Nagito had dreamy gaze as he kept on looking at me.
"Ultimate Hope, what exactly do you do?" I changed the subject as I looked into Kamakura's red irises. "Everything and anything." He mumbled and averted his gaze. "So, you can sing?" "Yes." "And juggle?" "With closed eyes." "And bake?" "From bread to viennoiserie." I continued giving him examples as he replied positively on each one. "Easier said than done." I huffed, refusing to believe in his inhumane superpower. "Maybe. Not my problem if you refuse to believe me." He shrugged as Yukizome sensei entered the classroom.
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The school was finally over, leaving me in an almost empty classroom. I collected my belongings and was about to walk out as I heard few of my classmates chat. Despite being incurious about their girlish chit-chat I grew interested in one word the blonde said, "library".
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Fanfiction(Your name) (Last name) was raised in a noble family, her mother, an opera singer and her father, a famous novelist made sure to develop their daughter's talent since her birth. Little girl was gifted with a magnificent talent of writing. Her storie...
