I hate teaching.

The orphanage

'I don't really understand it. I'm not anyone special. My parents dumped me here. Left me. So who is this guy and why is he smiling at me?' Haisha stared up at the black haired boy, who's baby blue eyes shone in the moonlight, reflecting the falling snow. Haisha had been bullied again, his name's meaning being the cause of it. "Are you...Haisha?" Haisha stared back, daring him to say something.

"...Hello?" He said, waving his hand back and forth in front of Haisha's eyes. "Are you listening? Is the lights on inside-?" Haisha punched the kid in the face, angry at him for insulting his intelligence. The kid rubbed his nose and stared at Haisha through watery eyes. "Hmph." Haisha pouted, looking away. "What was that for?" The boy asked calmly, but Haisha heard the tiny waver in his voice.

"You practically called me an idiot!" Haisha snapped, standing up and preparing to leave. "No, wait!" Haisha looked back down at the boy. "What's your name?" He asked, keeping his tone stern. "Matsuba." The boy replied. "But that name is so dumb. Call me Suba!" Haisha laughed. "No." He said, intent on teasing Matsuba.

Matsuba huffed. "You're really not gonna respect my name?" Haisha ignored him and continued to walk off towards the Orphanage, which was up the road from his hiding place near the dumpsters. "Have you heard the meaning of yours??" Haisha stopped dead in his tracks.

He adjusted his glasses before turning around and charging Matsuba who screamed in terror as Haisha began to punch him repeatedly. "DON'T TALK ABOUT MY NAME!" Haisha yelped when Matsuba flipped him over and pinned him down. Matsuba was crying now, scrunching up his nose in an attempt to keep himself from sniffling.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He snapped. "I've been trying to be nice to you and you keep punching me!" Matsuba leaned down and gently kissed Haisha's forehead. "Relax, please." He pleaded. "I'm just trying to be friendly. I'm sorry if I keep insulting you. I'll leave you alone now." Matsuba got up and walked away through the snow, his boots crunching and sinking into it as he made his way back towards the orphanage.

Haisha laid stunned in the snow. 'What...just happened???' He stared up at the sky, blinking every once in a while when the snow landed in his eyes. His heart was pounding. His lungs felt like they were bursting. He was sweating so much. What did that idiot kiss his head for? Why was he suddenly so embarrassed? He liked the kiss, though he wasn't quite ready to admit to it.

Haisha finally sat up and rubbed his forehead. He stared at his fingers, now covered in Matsuba's lip germs. He flushed and slammed his hands down into the snow. "Stupid boy." He muttered. As he stood he noticed something. Gloves. 'Did that dumbass forget them here..? No. He doesn't seem like the type to forget things...so did he leave them for me...? Ha! As if I'd use them.'

Haisha walked up the gravel road towards the orphanage, leaving Matsuba's gloves behind. Just as he neared the orphanage he suddenly turned and ran back, snatching the gloves up and putting them on. He didn't allow himself to think anything of it as he raced back towards the orphanage, refusing to acknowledge his moment of weakness.

He opened the door and glared at everyone before sitting at a nearby table alone. He didn't know where he was. He didn't need to. It was an orphanage. No one was coming to pick him up nor was he going to be receiving any letters from anyone. He stared at the layout of the orphanage.

The area he was in was the sitting area. Two couches, red and orange (what terrible colors.) sat near on top of an equally ugly and repulsive dark green rug. Haisha scrunched up his nose. "Ew." He murmured. He looked over to the other side where there was a tv work several kids sitting on a letters and numbers rug. It was like this was some sort of daycare. At least, on the outside.