Ash x Eiji classmates

2. First day

I could hear the faint sound of my alarm ringing in my dream, I was in a school walking through the halls, it was filled with people but no one seemed to see me and as I was getting to my class I just kept straight and walked troughs everyone, it's like their bodies were made of water- no actually it was mine, my whole body was barely visible and people just stared blankly as they walked through me. A loud ringing was suddenly heard. I saw everyone panic and understood it was the fire alarm.

"Eiji"

"Mm"

"Eiji wake up"

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up to see Ibe-san frown down at me, I could hear him talking to me but everything just sounded like gibberish in my ears.

"Got it?? Be ready soon I'll drive you to school"

"Mmh uhm" I nodded, barely understanding his words.

I suddenly felt my heart race as I saw I had worn a tank top to bed and the blanket had completely slit down from my arms. I quickly covered myself while trying to act natural and hoping he hadn't seen the multiple red marks down on my biceps.

"I'll be down in a sec ok" I stuttered while completely avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment, what if he had seen, not even my parents knew I had a problem with self harm and I sure as hell wasn't ready to talk about it with Ibe...

"You good Eiji?"

"Yes just stressed for my first day sorry" I only half lied.

"Don't worry it's gonna go great, but we have to go soon okay? Make sure you eat"

Time skip

I got out the car and gave a quick goodbye to Ibe-san and then headed to the English ward, my first class was modern English literature, something I was sure to suck at since the only books I read in English were charlotte's web and the Monopoly rule book when we played this summer ( apparently you can play the game with two player but it was so lame and I kept losing so we never played again). I arrived to my class and looked at my phone; 8:30, thirty minutes early... can't believe I was scared of being late.

I sat at a seat in the back, but not completely in the back because I didn't want to seem too antisocial (wich I was but I had made the resolution to make friends) and placed all my things on my desk before taking out my phone and earbuds.

...

When I looked up from my phone I saw that the classroom was now filled with other student around my age or older, some of them were talking with each other but most were simply waiting for the teacher to arrive. A tall man, probably around 50 years old then entered the room) with a big smile across his face, his casual outfit and warm energy automatically put me at ease and I just kept my eyes locked on him trying to forget the other student's presence.

"Hi everyone, my name is David Martin, and I will be your English literature teacher for this winter semester, today's class will only take 1 hour, I will have everyone present themselves and then take a small writing sample just to figure out everyone's level", the teacher said loud enough to cover the few whispers that were still going.

I suddenly felt my heart beat faster and cold sweat in my palms, everything about what he said stressed me out beyond reason, as he kept explaining a few things all I could think of were ways to present myself and how to correct my accent, for months I had only practiced my English with Ibe-San, not really thinking about my accent and now I was sure I'd make a fool of myself... on the very first day. This is the sort of crap we do in high school, why would I have to get to know my peers in college, that's ridiculous, I complained in my own head.

"I'm going to take the attendances, when you hear your last name, state your full name, your pronouns, a hobby of yours and finally one of your favourite book" , i heard mister Martin say.

As he was listing everyone's name in reverse alphabetical order I wasn't listening to anyones answer, only overthink about what I should say. But then I heard a name that caught my attention, " Wong", the only non-American sounding name. I thought; maybe he's not from here and doesn't know anyone either, hopefully he doesn't speak English very well, I felt bad for wishing this but I didn't want to be the only one getting ridiculed.

Unfortunately for me, I then heard him answer in a perfect New York accent
"Hello! My name is Shorter Wong, im 18 years old, my pronouns are he/they. I really love cooking and biking and hemmm, well the last book I read was The Lying Life of adults by Elena Ferrante so I guess that's my favorite book I don't know.. :)"
(I had no book idea cause I mostly read in French so I looked up best sellers and I love that author so yeah I have no idea if it fits shorter)

He sat back down and I saw them wink at the person next to them, a tall blonde boy chuckling at him. They were both sitting on the row in front of me so I could look at them without them noticing, Shorter had a purple Mohawk slightly falling back on their head, his desk was empty and he had only brought a empty looking backpack and a pair of black sunglasses.
I then shifted my eyes to the blonde, he was casually resting his head into his palm and whispering things to Shorter. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, some jeans and had a green flannel tied to his waist. As my gaze was still fixed on him he started untying his flannel and putting it on, I blushed a little as he moved his body and I saw how fit and skinny his body was, I lowered my eyes to his lower back in embarrassment but suddenly my heart stoped, as he was stretching a little, his shirt lifted up and I saw a gun handle sticking out of his jeans.

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Is this what it's gonna be going to an American school??? He didn't seem the type to have a grudge against the students or anything, it was the first day also, why would he bring a gun to school. I stopped my racing thoughts from escalating; it was probably a fake one, only to intimidate others although he did not seem like the type...

"Okumura"
"Is there an Eiji Okumura??"

"O-oh yes s-sorry", I stammered to the teacher. I could feel my face heat up and become even more red, he had been calling my name a few times and I didn't even hear it, this is so embarrassing... I stood up and took a deep breath, I quickly said my name, pronouns (he/him), said I used to do pole vaulting and stated the name of my favorite Japanese book, I then sat back down, my limbs were shaking out of anxiety and I could feel my heart beating through my whole body.

"Thank you mister Okumura"

I could feel a few stares towards me but I just kept my head low, pretending to be taking notes. I then looked I front of me and saw the tall blond with his head turned to me, he was just staring at me with a neutral face that still felt menacing somehow, behind his reading glasses I could finally see his eyes, they were a beautiful pale green. They were so pretty they could kill, i thought. I gave a shy smile (not wanting to get murdered) and shifted my attention back to my scribbling.

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Ok that's gonna be it for this capter, next chapter Eiji and Ash will talk! I'm so sorry for the long descriptions and like no actions but honestly I think that's what this story is gonna be, lots of introspection and characters thoughts so if you don't like that I don't suggest you keep on reading( I mean there's still gonna be action and smutt and drama but it's moving slow)

Once again comment what you think and hope you liked it