Distorted | Shimada Genji | g.s. / s.g.

act I: ii.

October 2057

The boy reluctantly lifts his lunch tray up with an unknown amount of people, both males and females, around him. He plasters a smile on his lips as girls follow him like lost puppies, tossing endless compliments in his direction. He gives them his thanks and continues on his path with his friends. Neala rolls her eyes as she slams her sandwich on her sandwich bag, and Kasumi slowly chews her food as she observes the girl and narrows her eyes, "I never knew a boy could bother you."

Neala scrunches her nose and her lips curve slightly, "I'm not bothered, just annoyed." Kasumi chuckles at this as she gives the agitated girl a pat on the back.

"Same difference," Kasumi comments, but Neala's puzzled face gives away that she had no idea what she said. Kasumi corrects herself with proper grammar as she reminds herself that Neala isn't fluent in Japanese. She clears her throat and gazes at her new friend, "English? Do you speak?" Neala faintly nods as she quietly sips the straw of her strawberry shake.

"Let's speak English," Kasumi gently recommends in English as she uses her chopsticks to take another bite off her lunch tray.

Even though Neala speaks better English than Japanese, she feels her brain overstimulating from all the knowledge acquired from the unfamiliar environment. She has to speak a new language she barely knows, meet new people, project new courtesy, grow accustomed to a new schedule, and accept new times to eat. Irritation and discomfort courses through her veins as she heavily breathes in and out. Kasumi frowns as she takes another glance at the girl and subtly pats her back as a form of comfort. Neala roughly removes her arm off of her back and looks at her coldly. She dramatically stands up, her chair making a reverberating sound, and is intently focused as she packs up her lunch.

The gray eyed boy notices the girl standing up when whispers mentioning her name process in his brain and connects the dots where people's attention are drawn to. He holds a poker face as he gazes at the ombre brunette walking away from the Sazuki female. He shrugs as he smacks the shoulder of his friend and continues to laugh up a storm from their previous conversation.

Kasumi, dumbfounded, finally accepts the meltdown her friend has and turns her attention to her food. She shrugs it off and changes her location to sit with her group of friends.

"Who is she?" A girl in the group with mid length black hair, Seijun, inquires with sarcastic fierce eyes and crossed arms. A few giggles erupt in the group as Kasumi crosses her arms, leans her back against her best friend's arm, Joona, and lines her sight to the direction Neala ran off to.

"Reis Neala in Class C. I like her," Kasumi states as the group release inaudible noises of shock, terror, and nervous laughter. A short haired girl, Emely, raises her eyebrows and sips from the straw of her banana drink.

"Yeah, she is totally your friend, you blind mole rat," Emely teases while picking up her chopsticks to eat her Tamagoyaki. Kasumi glares at her and subtly rolls her eyes. She defends Neala's name by mentioning she was clearly overwhelmed and didn't know how to handle the attention.

The confident blonde, Nozomi, heaves a sigh as she keeps her attention intently on her phone, "I'm envious; I wish I could have the attention of Shimada Genji." She turns off the phone screen and places it on her lap gently. "If anything, she might be drowning in so much attention that she needed to thrive off the attention caused by a scene like that." Kasumi rests her elbows on the table as she scowls at the three girls in the group across from her at the table.

"I don't like how you guys are talking about her like that," Kasumi firmly confronts her feelings with the girls. Joona, her best friend, nods in agreement as she gazes at the three girls sitting across from them. Emely smirks as she looks down at her tray for a second and calmly lays her chopsticks down. Nozomi and Seijun exchange an uneasy yet confused glance as they turn their attention to what's unfolding at the table.