Soft Boy

First day of my normal classes

    Popping open a big of sweets, the summer breeze seemed to blow into denkis face, brushing past the freckles that covered the blondes smiling cheeks. His personality seeped through his clothes as he bounced down the hallway, a large over worn hoodie wrapped around his waist as he rolled up his school blazer rolled up.
Strawberries and summer-breeze seemed to stay in the air as he entered the school building, his eyes bright and excited behind the round rims of his glasses.
Bouncing between the lines of the tiles across the floor, denki made small popping sounds as he chewed the gummy bears he threw in his mouth every so often.
Whispers began to occur in the hallways as everyone watched denki, eyeing him as the blonde bounced down the hallway. Secretly hiding the fact that he was actually lost.
Shrugging at the thought that he was lost, he continued watching over himself and the students he passed by. Admiring every single person, loving how everyone was different in their own little way.

It's gonna be different this time, I know it!

Thinking to himself, denki popped the last few gummy bears into his mouth as he tilted his head back with the bag. Not paying attention as he focused on the last bear stuck in the bag, flinching when his nose was caught with some broad shoulders. The bag crunching up on his face as he heard an angered scoff coming from the other person. And that only made him gulp louder.
Worry and fear burnt in his throat as he rolled his fingers, moon crests forming over the last pair.
"Watch where your fucking going four eyes," the taller ash blonde barked towards the other male, gritting his teeth as if he was planning on how to murder the other male who was trembling in his shoes.
"ah- I apologise! I didn't mean to! I was just-" denki gagged on his words, the butterflies in his stomach made him feel like he was gonna throw up. His anxiety made him feel insecure at the nickname he was just called, his brain forced himself to take his glasses of.
He'll have to get contacts.
"I don't fucking care about your sob story, be fucking careful," denki stayed quiet as he was continuously shouted at, loud popping caused him to take a cautious step back through.
"Woah bakubro! Stop freaking him out, he said sorry!' another kind voice stopped the ash blonde from first degree murder, the fear made denki gulp once again.
The taste of his gummy bears seemed to come back up into his throat, causing an non-existent lump in his throat.
Built up from anxiety.
"I don't fucking care, he should be fucking careful! Im not some fucking pole, he has glasses for a reason!" Bakubro, a name denki would now use until he got further information on his name, continued his glare.
The red hair laughed nervously as he placed a hand on his chest to calm him down and stop him in case his  his actions were gonna cause denki to an early grave
"hey man! Don't mind him, can I help you? You look a little lost," the red smiled brightly, giving denki a sense of safety he clearly needed in this time of moment.
"Oh- I'm denki, trying to find class 1A?" He gripped onto the sleeve of his hoodie he kept around his waist, fiddling with the bitten at cloth as he waited for the answer.
The red hair smiled brightly, a row of sharp teeth made denkis curiousity peek.
"Oh! End of the hallway, turn left and you should see it,"