*:･ﾟHard To Love ･ﾟ:*

CHAPTER 1 - no other heart

SOUSUKE
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Finally, it was the first day of classes and everyone was going crazy. I had never realized how big this campus was until I was actually walking on it.

I haven't seen my insane roommate since yesterday.. but that might just be because of how weird things got last night. I'm still not convinced that he is who he says he is, especially because of all that mental crap he said after just meeting me.

To be completely honest, I never had dreams about seeing someone and I was just saying it so that he would leave me alone.. but the proof part is what I'm most curious about. What proof is this guy gonna come up with out of desperation? Especially if that proof doesn't exist, but I guess it is sort of coincidental that he knows about the scar on my abdomen. So long as I don't have class with him, I'll be fine.. he doesn't seem like a photography type of guy anyways.

Right, School of Photography, here it is. This building is definitely larger than I thought it was gonna be, and it's freezing cold.. gah, and I didn't even think to bring a jacket because of how burning hot it is outside and I didn't want to risk ruining my outfit.

Today's outfit was simple, but it didn't help that I was wearing a semi-cropped t-shirt and low waisted jorts that only went right over my knees. I'm gonna be freezing all day.. ah well, I guess it's good to know that my legs won't be as cold though, considering that the leg warmers I had thrown on for aesthetic points covered a majority of the lower portion of my legs. They also went pretty nicely with the slip on platformed loafers I bought last minute before the school year started, so there was no way I could leave them out.

Alright, this is it.. photography 101 or whatever—here goes nothing.

I quickly looked down at myself to make sure I looked as jaw dropping as I felt, and with a quick fix of my freshly washed and styled hair I was ready to walk in. I practically kept my fingers crossed the entire time I crossed the threshold between the hallway and the door, but I kept my gaze fixed down onto myself so that I could somewhat keep a mysterious side character type presence going.. and also as a way to keep myself from making awkward eye contact with anyone in here that possibly went to Kamome. Despite keeping my gaze locked on everything else but the other people in the room, I could feel 2 very particular eyes glued onto me..

Damnit, who's already staring me down this early on in the school year? Isn't a creepy roommate already enough?

Without moving my head, I looked towards the direction of where the gaze was coming from, and sure enough..

You have got to be kidding me.

I saw the 2 grossly blue eyes of my roommate staring right at me, almost burning a hole all the way to back of my skull. His ugly shade of dirty blonde hair was messily in his face, almost looking like he had just gotten up out of bed, and his face was baring two blush covered cheeks. I could tell that he thought I hadn't noticed because he turned his face away, but I definitely noticed.

Oh my god.. is he packing up his things? Please don't tell me..

I quickly sat down in a seat, trying to seem as though everything was cool and chill, but it definitely wasn't. My disgustingly perverted roommate was in my classroom, and he was definitely about to walk over and try to take a seat in the empty chair beside me.

Should I just tell him no or let him sit down?

No way.. I can't make myself out to be some jerk to the rest of the people in here..

"I had no idea you were in this class." I look up at Minamoto as he speaks, his obnoxiously toothy smile practically blinding me. "Why would I not be? The only reason I'm at this school is because of this program, you dingus." Oh, yeah, right.. I guess that would make sense. Uh.. would it be cool if I—?" He signals for the empty seat beside me, disregarding my massive eye roll. "Sure, whatever." I softly sigh and look ahead, not letting my eyes catch sight of him again. "Awesome, I guess it's good to know that we both know someone in here! It makes the nervous feeling in my stomach go away a bit." "You say that like we're friends, which we aren't." I look at him again as he sets a notebook down on his side of the table. "Your.. uh—" He clears his throat and opens his notebook up before digging a pencil out of his bag. "Your outfit looks pretty nice, kudos to whatever store you got the clothes from." I softly exhale and tap one of my fingers on the table as I stare up at the clock in the front of the room and watch it tick. "You're welcome."