falling like the stars | nishimura riki

03 | freedom's taste

Riki is now wandering around the school right after he ate his lunch. He just wanted to get away from those students that suddenly surrounded him like he's a rare artifact when they find out that he's a Japanese transferee. Seriously, he doesn't know what's so special about him being a Japanese that enticed their interest to get to know him but oh well, considering that it's not an usual occasion to have a student from another country. 

But it doesn't mean that he enjoyed the sudden company from a large amount of students.

"Woah, you're so tall man. Tell me the secrets to be tall!"

"Are you interested to join the basketball team?"

"Hey, can you teach me Japanese? I have a dream to go to Japan one day."

"So you're the second Japanese student in this school that people keep talking about."

Riki stops walking when he remembered what those students said to him. Second Japanese student in this school?

He shakes his head, why would he care anyway. He pursed his lips when he had to leave Sunoo and Jungwon by giving them a lame excuse that he has stomachache and need to go to the restroom. Great, they might think that he has diarrhea on his first day of school. 

Really, Riki? That's the only excuse you can think about?

Sunoo and Jungwon are kinda a great company to him, but he still can't keep up with their energy so it might take him a while to warm up to them. He sighs, kicking the pebble while he look up to look around at where he's at. He really don't know where his feet brought him but then he realized that he's walking beside the field.

How did I manage to walk until outside of the building?

He was about to turn to his back to go back inside the building but stopped when he noticed that he's not alone outside. There's a girl that is sitting on a bench under a big tree, she's reading a book while listening to music— he assumed since she's wearing an earphone. She has long black hair that is tied into a ponytail and the way it got swayed gently by the wind and the way the leaves falling from the tree, made the scene look mystical.

The Japanese guy wondered why she's alone outside instead of eating at the cafeteria but quickly shooed away his thoughts, thinking that it's none of his business. He turn his heels and walk inside, leaving the girl alone.

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Riki is on his way to go back to his class since the lunch time is almost over and he can't afford to enter the class late, since he needs to keep his record clean for the sake of his parents. As he passing by some rooms, there's one that immediately caught his eyes. He immediately halt on his heels and take a good look of the room, reading the template on the door.

'DANCE ROOM'

"So there's a dance club in this school, huh?" Riki wondered if he can take a look inside. He checked the time on his wristwatch, making sure that he still has some time before the class start and look around the empty hallway.

He twisted the door knob, silently cheered when it's unlocked. Then he popped his head inside, eyes roaming around the room. The room is a bit small but it has large mirror at the front, some speakers, and somehow there's also a microphone. Since it is a dance room where the entire room is almost empty to give space for dancing.

Fascinated, he open the door widely to take a whole look of the room. He walks to the middle of the room, turning his body in 360 degree as his mouth agape. His eyes then stop on the mirror, seeing the reflection of himself gawking.