__Kuro POV__
Just another day...I rolled over on my bed, refusing to let the sunlight enter my room win. I didn't want to get up, but I felt tired just lying there. I took up the courage to take off my blanket and wake up to the cold world, rubbing my eyes and yawning. Today was the day the teacher would give a 'group project.'
I hated those. Especially since I always get paired up with the worst of people. Still yawning I walked to school, and took my seat in the class, waving a small hi to Akari. After a while, I figured she wasn't that bad, I didn't talk to her much, but she isn't as clingy as the others, although her eyes had something odd in them...like she was acting happy when she was disappointed in everything.
"Hello? Mr. Wonderland." A familiar voice called. Akira, he was standing there right behind me, his short figure lurking above my head.
"What're you dreaming about? Her..." He toyed.
"No shit," I said, slapping his chest and rolling my eyes. I'd rather not engage with her, I don't want to disappoint her.
"All right class, your group pairings."
Six people per group, fortunately, I was with Akira...and Akari... unfortunately so, one of the annoying ones, Delilah, Kiyoka, and one of their goons were also on the same team as us.
Delilah rolled her eyes and avoided talking to us, which was fine by me, but not so ok with Akari.
After a while, the teacher called me outside the class.
"Kuro, I know you're the quiet type, but I've been receiving unanimous comments about you being racist and other things of the same sort, you know this behavior is unacceptable. "
"I'm sorry miss but I don't get what you're saying, I would never do that! And all in all, I hate people who act racist even those in my family_"
'all that is well but this is your e first and final warning."
She left at that. I took a deep breath and stepped back into the class.
No emotion, no rage, no sadness. Keep your face locked. Don't do it. I told myself again and again.
Akari looked up and asked me whether I was ok. Did I make it that obvious? I wasn't sad....I tried my best not to show, and my best was perfect, how'd she notice?
"It's fine, Nothing....Let's continue with the project."
"Um...you sure?"
"Yeah," I said, regaining control, I'd have to figure out who blamed me. And...exploit them somehow...
We went back to doing the project. Later that day, I headed to the bathroom. I walked into the empty washroom to wash my hand after the art project.
"Kuro." An unfamiliar voice spoke behind me. I turned around to see a short boy with dark red hair and green eyes....one of my classmates I believe. Haruto I think...
"Yeah?" I replied. In one swift movement, he dragged me to a wall and punched me.
"what the fuck man?!" I screamed, feeling dizzy. He simply laughed.
"The fuck'd I do to you?" I asked, trying to drag my hand up to my nose, where he'd punched me. A sickening crack sound....
"Your brother." He answered. I winced and shut my eyes at the mention of that person. I wasn't glad to be related to him. Haruto punched me again. "It's not that great a thing to see you expelled but it'd be better to hurt you right here and now, YOU FUCKING BASTARD."
"It was-'' I started, but the bathroom door started rattling... Haruto dragged me to a bathroom stall and hid me in there.
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Akari POV
It'd been almost 30 minutes since Kuro left, and I was starting to get worried. I wiped my paint ridden hands on a towel and gave Akira a friendly punch.
"Wassup broski?" He turned around to look at me
"Man, it's been half an hour since Kuro left, could you go check on him?"
"Do it yourself"
"I'm not a boy"
"Look who's worried~~"
"Shut up and go man"
"Ja ja"
And with that he ran out of the homeroom. I breathed a sigh and picked up a can of spray paint. I started to spray on our little project.
Fifteen minutes had passed, school had ended and the only things that were left were our bags. I'd enough of the overwhelming loneliness, I made for the door. I yanked it open,Only to be met by a startled Akira supporting a bleeding Kuro
"WHAT THE FU-"
Akira shoved Kuro off of himself, passing him to me. Kuro was pretty unresponsive, his lower face was painted red with blood. His nose was out of shape, I could tell someone had punched him really hard. "I found him in one of the stalls." Akira said, helping Kuro to his chair. "He won't tell me who did it though."
"Get to the clinic and bring me a first aid kit."
"Why me-"
"GO MAN"
"Fine fine."
I decided to check his pulse. His heartbeat had slowed down, I could tell his body was trying to minimize the blood loss. I helped him keep his head on my shoulder in a look-up kind of way, so as the bleeding would stop. A few minutes later Akira barged in with a first aid kit, and girnned the moment he saw me. He mouthed "Akira's services for romance~~~" I frowned at him. What the hell was wrong with this guy. I grabbed the first aid kit and started to help Kuro. Akira tried to get him to spill the beans about the dude who did this, but it was useless. He leaned back on his chair in defeat.
"Kuro." I asked him, while placing a bandaid on the bridge of his nose.
"Hm..?" He murmered. "Who did this to you....?" I asked him gently. He hesitated, trying to keep it from me. "Please..?" I said, not loosing hope. I tried the little psychological look I'd learnt which would tempt the human in front of me to oblige.
It worked.
"H-Haruto..."
