School sucks

Fake

"Come onnn! Stop being so scared Kazuha!" He pushed Kazuha's back.

"I-I'm not scared, I simply don't like her! Why are you forcing me to do this man?" Kazuha sobbed, objecting to moving forward.

"But I want to see you being in love. You guys look good together."

"The eyes deceive many. B-beside! I like someone else. I don't want to give her the wrong idea." Kazuha brushed down his hair as his friend stopped persisting.

"Ooh, who is it?" He asked.

"Is it...her? Or her...? Or wait is it a guy?" His friend began pointing out everyone.

Kazuha just looked down at his feet.

"If it could be a guy or a girl, then it could be anyone! Even me! Do you find me romantic Kaz?" He began teasing Kazuha with kissing faces and all sorts of faces.

Kazuha flushed red, "N-no,"

"What? Why are you blushing...?" He pulled a strand of hair out of Kazuha's eyes.

☆

"That memory again...?" Kazuha awoke in his pyjamas.

He slowly got out of his bed, to a quiet empty home.

This was how it normally was.

No one else lived with Kazuha.

But no one else other than Kazuha knew that.

He normally avoided bringing friends over, and he'd pretend he had parents.

But he was all alone.

Well, not exactly.

He had somewhat of a Mother Figure, but she was always out travelling. It was her job.

So Kazuha mostly lived on his own.

"Toast. Nice." He spread on some butter and jam, ate it, and buttoned up his shirt, completing his uniform.

He packed his hair and washed his face.

Unlocking his phone on the public bus, he realised his friends had been chatting on the group chat all night.

All night!

He also received a friend request.

"Wait...Yoimiya?" He refreshed the page tons of times.

Then he put his hands through his hair and sighed.

"She probably knows my name now. This is also a way to contact her so I can repay her. I still don't know what I should repay her with though." Kazuha looked at her contact for a while.

"I'll think of something...for now I should just say hi."

Kazuha: Hi
Yoi: Heyaaaaa

She replies so quickly.

"Play it cool."

Kazuha: How are you?
Yoi: I am good. Hbu?

"HBU? What does that mean?"

Kazuha went online to search it up.

"Ohh, how about you. I am really bad at typing."

Kazuha: Good. Thank you.
Yoi: Can I ask, why do you type so formally?

"Formally?" Kazuha whispered.

He was about to reply until he heard a sound of help.

It was Kokomi and apparently she'd hurt her foot while going down the stairs.