dyspistía (DISCONTINUED)

Part 24

Hinata's POV

Suga-San and I... are friends now.

"Hinata! Hinata!" I turn around to see Sugawara-San running towards me. I bow as I greet him, "hello again, Sugawara-San."

He huffs in annoyance, "isn't saying Sugawara-San too long and tiring for you? Just call me Suga-San, or Suga is fine!" He smiles brightly. I hesitate as I grip my bag strap harder.

"Isn't that a bit too... informal..?" I ask as I stare at Sugawara-San. He tilts his head in confusion before straightening and grinning. "Let's be friends, Hinata! Of course, you don't have to accept right away, but... I really want to be your friend!"

I watch as he continues smiling widely.

How bright...

I look down before looking back up to Sugawara-San. "We can be friends... Suga-San..."

He looks at me in shock before returning to his usual joyful face. How does he smile so much? He thinks saying Sugawara-San all the time is tiring but smiling is much more exhausting for me.

"Really?" He asks excitedly as I imagine him with a wagging tail, like an eager puppy. I nod, "mhm." He pumps his fist in the air. He's acting like a child... How cute.

"Can I hug you, Hinata?" He asks enthusiastically. I watch as he stares at me happily in shock. We make eye contact for a bit more. Finally, I nod hesitantly, "okay..." Then, as soon as I answer, he grabs me and pulls me into a surprisingly gentle hug.

Huh... I haven't hugged someone in a long time. It feels...

Nice...

So that's how it went. I have... four friends now. That... seems like a bit too many.

I walk into the hallway. I have maths soon.

Knowing that I'm starting to make friends again... It's scary...

I can never trust myself. I never wanted to make any friends when I came to Japan... Now look at what's happening. I always listen to my brain, not my stupid heart. My brain is much more logical than my heart. It always makes the right decisions. That's why I trust it more.

Everyone else might listen to their heart, but I listen to my brain. My heart is simply just an organ that helps keep me alive. Not deciding on choices for me.

The brain is what controls me, not my heart! I mean, scientifically, listening to your heart is just wro-

"Ugh", I bump into someone. I look up, it's... "Fujino-San?"

"H-Hinata?" We stare at each other as the awkward tension rises. "U-Umm... What are you doing here?" I look at him weirdly, "this is my classroom. What are you doing here?" I question him back.

Mitsunaga-San seems to be the only normal one out of all the music club members.

And that's why I'm a feminist.

"U-Umm... Well- I-" I watch as he stutters and nervously fuck up his words. "Move", I push him as I look through the window. "A-Ah- Hinata, wait!"

I look in the classroom and see... "Yachi-Chan..?" I turn around to Fujino-San and watch him play with his fingers and laugh nervously.

"Hahaha... Umm... I-It's not what it looks like- Uh... You see..."

I jump down and stare at him sternly as my arms cross. "U-Uh... I-I wasn't looking at Yachi..! I-I... Umm..."