What It Means To Love

1. What Does It Means to Love?

Ayanokouji's POV

"Don't pry into my life" I said quite sternly as I walked away from Horikita who stood there dumbfounded and irked with unexplainable fear.

It had just been a few hours since the conclusion of Sudo's trial with our close victory. Thanks to Horikita's quick thinking, we were able to get Class C to retract their complaint. I have to admit, I had overstepped my boundaries. I had intervened far too much than necessary. Even the guise of concern for my friend isn't working for people like Horikita.

In a school that determined to squeeze out a student's capabilities, Its really not giving me much breathing room here. The reason why I came here was not because of the guaranteed employment or admission rate.

No...

I went here because I didn't really want that man to interfere with my little vacation.

Well, I have to admit that this so called vacation is less of such and more like running away from home.

Usual teenage stuff.

Well that's what it's said in this book I found in the school's library titled "Parenting 101: The Guide to Being Your Child's Greatest Guardian".

I should gift that book to that man on his birthday.

The rain gently poured down with great amounts and it somehow made my walk towards the dorms rather tranquil. Nothing mattered to me in that moment, not the ongoing class wars across all classes in the first year, not even the looming threat of Ryuuen targeting Class D.

The rain eased my thoughts as the pitter patter of raindrops could be heard as it touches upon my umbrella.

The first time I've seen rain occur was when I had been stationed at our mansion on Tokyo. That was where I stayed for about a year alongside a caretaker by the name of Matsuo. He was someone that was adored by all who had spoken to him, parent and children alike. He was a kind man. I could remember that day, or more specifically, night.

I sat by the window sill at that time watching the raindrops when Matsuo had come to retrieved me for some dinner. 

"Kiyotaka-sama?"

"Hm?"

I looked up from my novel as I glanced over towards the elder man who stood by the doorway with a soft and caring smile upon his face.

"It's time for your dinner, young master." 

"Ah... Thank you for reminding me, Matsuo" I remarked as I placed a bookmark and closed my book. I then placed the piece of literature that I was indulging upon myself onto the side before I got up from where I stood.

The walk to the dining room was quiet to say the least. Matsuo was keeping to himself whilst I to myself. 

The silence would only get interrupted by the echoing steps of our shoes in this empty mansion. 

To describe the emptiness of a space, you can interpret it as so through the means of an absence of decoration, the barren emptiness of a space where all would be seen are the floors, walls and ceiling. 

Another definition of emptiness would be the lack of people, where no one is there to acknowledge the beauty or the dread of the decorations, no one to move things or the like. 

And finally, to describe the emptiness of this space is that there is the lack of life. A space where there are individuals and decorations, however, the existence of emotion and warmth do not exist. No matter how much material objects is placed around the space, if there is no emotion or warmth to these things then the space could be perceived as nothing but sheer emptiness.