the air was cold and damp as shoyo strolled across the empty road. the only sounds were the cacophony of crows and the soft squelching of his boots across the puddles that lined the concrete beneath him. shoyo's hair blew in the relentless wind. a drop of rain splashed underneath his eye. shoyo attempted to find a tissue to dry his cheek when he heard a crash. he let out a sigh as he dropped a book into an oozing patch of mud.
"oh come on..." he groaned. now he was frustrated. throwing his fists in the air he let a cool tear roll down from the corner of his eye.
the past week had been difficult and shoyo had kept it a secret but he had finally snapped. his rage-filled voice echoed down the deserted street. he was sure somebody heard him but that didn't matter. surely nobody would pay any attention-
"are you alright?"
a figure had approached him from the shadows. shoyo bounced away and let out a quiet squeal. the figure was a boy his age who had dark black hair and beautiful blue eyes, deep as the night sky.
"u-uh.." shoyo stuttered. he felt his face go red as the boy bent over to pick up his mud-soaked book.
it was only then that shoyo realised how immensely tall the boy was. his legs were long and he was clearly a lot taller than shoyo. shoyo was small but this boy was clearly a giant.
"my name is tobio. tobio kageyama." he bowed. "here is your book."
"t-than-"
the boy had disappeared before shoyo had the chance to thank him. what a strange boy.
startled by the sudden series of events shoyo began to race back home. he didn't want more trouble.
when he got behind the safe walls of his house, shoyo dove onto his bed. his heart raced like a rollercoaster and his breathing was heavy but that didn't bother him currently. butterflies fluttered in his empty stomach and shoyo knew he had to see that boy again. sleep was close and shoyo was determined not to forget the boy. he slowly shut his eyes, letting the dreams parade into his exhausted mind. gentle dreams of his family and friends were crossed with dreams of the boy. that boy. he was special and shoyo knew it. there was some weird aura that surrounded him.
the rising sun spilt across the horizon like a herons egg. rays of golden sunlight poured into shoyos room. he quickly jumped up and dressed himself, brushing his thick ginger hair.
"gah-" he moaned as he remembered the damage to his book. suddenly he felt around in his bag to find the book was less dirty than he thought. it would have to do. turning towards his door he grabbed a slice of toast. then he turned the doorknob and dashed through the bustling streets towards school. another day of torture awaited shoyo. how fun.
