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PK High School receives another transfer student! Woohoo!
His name is Asher Morteli. 1/3 American, 1/3 Asian, and 1/3 Italian. Though, he usually either sticks with Asian or American, depending on the situation.
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"WHAT!? But it's our break, you can't leave me!!"
"I already left."
"But, Saiki—!!"
"Stop yelling."
Asher had been hoping to spend the entire week with Saiki, since he had been gone for a week. Plus, they had an entire school week off, which was the perfect moment to make up for lost time. However, without him knowing, Saiki had went all the way to London. London!!
"Saiki, you should've at least let me know or somethin',"the brunette sighed, calming his voice.
He was actually very disappointed. Of course, he could spend his time with Kuboyasu or Kaidou since Saiki wasn't here, but he wanted the pink haired guy right now. He was in a particular mood today, and that was to see Saiki.
The tone of Asher's voice made Saiki feel a bit bad. Only a smidge, and even then, he wouldn't admit it to anyone. He just tried to ignore the niggling feeling.
The pinkette sighed, shutting his eyes to think for a moment.
"I'm only visiting my brother. We'll be back soon."
"Really?"
"Hopefully."
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"Nothing, nothing. I have to go now. Bye."
The call was ended before the brunette could wish Saiki farewell.
He groaned, falling back on his bed. 'Great. Another boring day...' He stared up to the ceiling with a blank expression, hoping his mind would get lost in its imagination to kill time.
Without him expecting, his mother walked into his room. She spoke English when it was just the two of them, feeling most comfortable with the language. "Ash? Why're you still in your room?"
"Because I don't wanna leave." Asher had gotten used to the country's native language, as he accidentally used it to reply.
His mother hummed, switching to Japanese as well. "Seems like Japanese is sticking with you."
The brunette just nodded his head.
"What's the problem? Hm? If you're bored, try going out instead of locking yourself in your stuffy room."
"It's not that, Ma. It's complicated, I don't know..."
The mother raised an eyebrow. "Do tell. I'm pretty old, so I should have some advice in store for you."
"You look like you're barely hitting your thirties—"
"I'm old enough. Now spill."
Asher sighed. He didn't think a day would come where he was sharing secrets like this with his mother. He sat up on his bed, while his mother came to relax on the mattress as well.
