Save Your Tears

Save Your Tears - Past

Y/N's P.O.V.

The fountain. It sits nicely in the center of the courtyard, flowing just enough that it makes a little bit of noise, but enough to help one process their thoughts. There's always a breeze blowing through this spot, which makes the weather beautiful in just  this spot. The trees sway gently back and forth, lining the way to the main building of Hope's Peak High. The cobblestone is eye filler, and it's freshly polished cobblestone at that. 

The sky is clear today, and this is beyond ideal weather for me to kill some time. My backpack is by my feet, so all that's left is for me to do is find some motivation. Someone shifts on the bench over to my left, but there's always someone there. I never really bother to interact, because it's always this one guy from somewhere, newly transferred. I've tried speaking to him before, but he never responds. When he does, the conversation is dry, then he buries himself back into his thoughts, allowing me to lose him for the day.

Sticking my hand into my backpack, I decide to try again. "Are you over there thinking again?"

I get a "heh" in response, deciding to wait another minute before trying.

"You're also a Reserve Course student, right? Your suit is black, not brown. Who do you have?"

A sigh heaves itself from the bench, then it creaks as bright green eyes meet my own. "Some guy. I never really bothered to remember his name. I'm trying to switch classes."

"It's the middle of the semester," I reply. "But I understand. I'm tired of this girl in the back row of my class. Some blonde bitch, I think."

He gives me a dry chuckle. "I understand that. Are you a second year also?"

"I am. The promise of Class 77 overshadows the check my parents sent in, but such sacrifice is needed for the future of promise."

"Yeah," he turns away from me. I've said the wrong thing.

"I'm sorry. I know the... well...." I bring my hand back out and place it on my skirt, smoothing the fabric down before I stand. "What's uh, what's your name? I don't think I've caught it."

"Hinata. Yours?"

"L/N. May I sit?"

Hinata's head immediately flings to the right, checking the path for presumably someone else. I don't know if he's embarrassed or if he... oh.

"Sorry, I can go back to the fountain. It occurred to me just now you may be waiting on someone. A little rude to invite myself."

The issue I've found myself with is that despite never having a full conversation with this boy, I've seen him a handful of times, laid out on the bench and staring at the sky, he's always striking. He's taller than me, he's got nice eyes and light brown hair. When I get a word out of him, he sounds like he's strong enough to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. I developed a c-word for this man I know nothing about. 

"No," he stutters out, shifting his weight. "You can sit down. If she comes by, I can introduce you to my friend."

Oh.

"Sounds great!" I smile. I'm guessing, however, that the 'she' coming by might be a little more than friends. I can hope not, but I would be a fool if I told myself to expect he was single. I come up with something else to change the topic. "So, if it isn't too deep of a question, why are you always out here? You said changing classes, right?"

"Yeah," he nods. "I don't particularly care for my instructor. Nice man, I'm sure. But I also think there's a little bit more to see beyond the inside of a dark classroom with the shells of other kids sitting beside me."