The shrouded moon can still stand with stars

Chapter 1

Ara's pov

The bell for the end of class rang. I stuffed my books back into my bag. 
"Hey Akiya. Take this down" I turn to one of my classmates who was holding out a bag full of the rubbish from the class bin. I gave a curt nod and took the bag. Better to get it done with rather than complain. I stumbled out of the classroom, dragging the bag behind me. Why did it have to be so heavy. While dragging the bag I stumbled into something and fell backwards. I squeaked in surprise and a yelp accompanied my own voice. It took a few seconds for my head to stop spinning from the sudden blood rush but when it cleared, I sat up. I turned to see what had happened and let another squeak slip. I recognised the other student on the floor. It was Mishima. I'd seen him playing on the volleyball team when we'd had P.E. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. He sat up, rubbing his head with one hand and closed eyes. 
'Come on. Just say something. This is your chance' He opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment before scrambling to his feet.
"S-sorry. I need to go" he mumbled before walking down the corridor with a quickened pace. I stared after him. And then it hit.
"Stupid. Stupid" I hissed at myself, hitting my head against the side of my head. 
"How could you not say something? You dummy" I scolded myself. He was one of the shyest people in the school and I still messed up with speaking to him. How was that even possible. I got to my feet, reaching for bag again when my boot hit against something. I looked down. A phone. I quickly checked my pocket but found mine safely tucked away. So if it wasn't mine then who did it belong to. I leaned down and picked it up. I examined the phone but I didn't recognise who it could possibly belong to. Then it hit me. It was Mishima's. He must have dropped it when we ran into each other. I glanced back up the way he'd gone but I couldn't see him anymore. He was probably long gone by now, heading home- wait. No. Volleyball practise. Of course, he'd be going to practise. That's why he wasn't helping out with the class cleaning. That makes much more sense. I shove the phone in my pocket next to my own and take a hold of the bag to continue taking it to the bins. So I need to decide how I'm going to go about this. I have no idea how long his practise would last so my best bet would be to wait outside the gym or at the main entrance of the school. Then I can catch him when he's leaving and return his phone. The problem there is will I be able to talk to him or is my stupid mouth gonna clamp shut again. That would be so embarrassing if it happened twice. I got to the bins outside and pushed the lid open. Using both hands I was able to throw the bag into the bin although the lid did slam shut afterwards, earning a squeak from me. I bent down, breathing heavily.
"I need to work on my stamina if that exhausted me" I panted to myself. I pushed myself up straight and brushed some strands of hair from my face. I walked back along my original route, coming back into class when everyone else was just about finished cleaning. Since everything else had been cleaned up now, I could head to the gym now. I picked up my bag, pulling my arms through both straps. I walked out of the class and down the corridor towards the door that led to the sports corridor. I hesitated outside the doors for a moment. Mr Kamoshida might not be happy if I was wandering around the corridor with no reason to be there other than handing back a phone. And I wouldn't want to distract Mishima or the other members of the volleyball team if they saw me wandering around. So instead I sat myself down at the door and pulled out a notebook. Might as well figure out what I was going to say now instead of mess up later. I'm better at speaking from a script anyway. I click my pen and start writing different things that I could say when he finishes.