Opening your heavy eyes from the continuous rings from the alarm clock, you were greeted by your dark, cold and empty room. Waking up, going to the bathroom, wearing your uniform, packing and going to school. It was a routine you were too sick of. Everything bored you in life and deep down into your cloudy head, you craved something fun to happen for once in your life. A long, heavy sigh escapd your mouth after everything was done. It was another day you headed to school in my uniform with your heavy bass guitar in its case and slung onto your shoulder. As soon as you opened the doors, the warm, summers breeze greeted you almost immediately. As if it was a habit, you shoved your hands into your bag and plugged in your earphones to the MP4 music player.
Lessons were once again the same as usual, boring and repetitive. You were sitting at the back of the classroom, ignoring the teachers lesson and day dreaming. Staring at the clear blue sky in your own reality, the dismissal bell rang woke you up from your peaceful trance. You stayed put in my own seat waiting for the hoards of people to leave the school in order to avoid being stuck in sweaty crowds this summer. Slinging your guitar and bag on your shoulders, you headed for the music room when the halls were empty. (In this story lets say you, mitsuya and takemichi go to the same school) Passing the 'Home Economics' room door, you reached for the handle of the music room door that was exactly adjacent.
The door quietly shut behind you as you started to unzip the guitar case. You scrolled through the music player that was connected to the speaker and turned on a song (the one on the top of this page). Slowly strumming the strings, you started to play the guitar sections of the songs.
You weren't always a loner. You once had friends, passions and motivations but now, you gave up. Gave up trying after the incident and blamed yourself for what happened. A cloud of misery and confusion clouded your mind. In the midst of your deep and painful thoughts, you failed to notice a pair of lavender eyes peeking through the door.
It felt as if holes were burning on the back of your head and so you spun around, a pair of panicked, lilac eyes were staring at you. The lilac haired boy was startled when he met eyes with your dull, grey ones that held no emotion. He stared at your figure . From your bleached under hair to your shoes, sweat was forming on his forehead. It wasn't in his plans to get caught watching you play your guitar and thought of his plan B of getting out of this awkward situation.
"Ummm do you have any sewing needles...hehe..?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately wanted to run away and hide forever... why the hell would the music room have sewing needles? You just stared. Stared at the poor boy who was in a mess. Maintaining your unbothered personality from going feral from this funny sight you managed to say a blunt no. Before you could give him another blank stare he was gone from his spot.
"why is he purple.." You mumbled.
Mitsuya's POV
Flashback
I was walking towards my club room when I heard a guitar being played. It was always after school when I hear the guitar being played by the unknown person. Not going to lie, I was pretty desperate to find out who they were and what they looked like. Throught the crack of the door, I stared and stared until she turned around. But why does she look so familiar...
"Fuck." I mumbled under my breath....
End of Flashback
I quickly ran into my club room and slammed the door behind me. Reliving the dumb moment, I internally screamed and swore at myself. But then I remembered, her dull, grey eyes that were deprived from emotions. Her eyes looked lonely and empty. I had to admit that her bleached under hair was kinda cool.
You
With the time already being 4pm, you decided to head back home. Listening to the chirps of the crickets in the summer evening, you slowly walked home, basking in the warmth of the glaring sun. You thought of the lilac haired boy again. He intrigued you.
"why are half his eye brows gone."
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