A Name Without A Face

Chapter 6 {Who Are You?}

 Ms. Yukizome pushed the door open and stepped inside first. Instead of following, I decided it would be wise to wait just outside for her to prepare my entree.
Perhaps, to prepare myself as well.
I watched the teacher move in front of the class and give a small wave. I couldn't see the students, nor could they see me with the door blocking everyone's sight. "Good morning students!" She gave an excited wave. There was no reply from the students besides a single girl's gentle voice. "Salutations Ms. Teacher!" What came after was a happy giggle. All this cheer... Was annoying. How long would I have to wait?
She cleared her throat and crossed her arms. "I'm sure this will be a surprise to you all, but we're going to have a new student join us. Please be nice to them." She dart her eyes in my direction for a mere second.
"I hope it's a girl." A boy muttered. "New girls are always the cutest."
"You shut up." An actual girl hissed.
After a moment of uncertainty, I entered the class, moving towards the teacher's desk.
Boring...
All of this was boring.
As I looked over the ultimates from the front of the room, I examined each student carefully, trying to take in everything about them. Fifteen students in all, completely different from each other. Unlike the reserve course, they wore no uniforms. Despite them all being ultimates, they didn't interest me in the slightest.
Except for maybe...
He sat in the very center of the classroom, obviously forcing a smile. He reminded me of a cloud. Bright, happy, but I could feel his darkness. This boy was different from the others, but how much so? Not what I felt with Junko, but not that far from it either. My attention was snapped away when I heard a girl cry out from near the window. "Woah! Your dreads are more rad than mine!" She hopped up from her seat, long black hair waving from behind her.
"Are you kidding, he looks scary as shit!" A boy answered, pointing a finger in my direction.
Scary...?
The boy's sharp teeth were more unnatural than my looks, I would assume.
"Well, are you going to introduce yourself?" Chisa tilt her head curiously.
Keep my identity a secret. What would happen if I revealed everything right now? I suppose everything would get boring if I simply explained I was... Inhuman.
"Kamukura, Izuru." I released a sigh, closing my eyes. "My ultimate talent is a secret."
"That's it?" The teacher wondered after a moment of silence then shrugged. "Well okey dokey, no harm. There's an empty seat in the back." She pointed where she was talking about and set her hands upon her desk.
All the eyes of the students were on me, watching me move like I was some kind of weird creature. Well, they weren't wrong in that aspect but i'd much rather be unnoticed. When I sat down, everyone looked back to the front of the room, no longer interested.
Once Chisa began, I closed my eyes and began to tune everything out. I felt my body slow down to calamity. Despite a room full of people, for the first time in a while, I felt no threat and decided to drift to sleep.
I wasn't quite sure how long I was out, but I felt a presence near me and opened my eyes to be met with shining pink ones.
I blinked, trying to understand what was happening. A grin spread over her face, but looked like a frown when she was upside down. "Hell-o-o." The girl giggled. Her long hair flared in all directions, and I finally realized she was leaning over me from behind.
How bothersome.
I gave her a stern scowl, and the girl pulled back, skipping out from behind me to take a seat on my desk. "So newbie, how you doin'?" She waved her legs, unable to sit still.
"Simple questions bore me." I crossed my arms, hoping she'd leave me be, but that wasn't the case. "I'm Ibuki Mioda, the best musician you'll ever set your eyes on!" Ibuki winked. "I'll let 'cha have a taste if you're nice."
"That's lewd." Another voice came from a few feet away. When I raised my head, my eyes caught the same boy that had captured my interest earlier for a few moments. He had an awkward smile, turned around in his desk, but didn't say anything else as another male chuckled. "Oh no, please, let her keep talking." He rest his cheek in his hand.

All of this was utterly meaningless conversation. Simply sound to me. I rose my head towards a clock on the wall, pointing a little past noon. "It seems to be lunch."