Written Against Odds

Chapter 1- You want to WHAT?

It was almost too quiet. If not for the occasional soft click of the keys on his keyboard, the air of schooltime backing would have been the only audible thing for miles. Gaily commuting from the school was all to be heard in the distance. Breaking the silence of the incidentally empty room, was the subtle humming of Aiko Nozomi, a gentle mild mannered boy at the young age of 17. In this Barren class, his home for creativity lay on his homeroom laptop, where he spent the vast majority of his afternoons unscathed by the business of those around him. The teenagers of this age were so engaged in drama and affairs of which he had no interest, for Aiko had drama of his own to create. And that is exactly what he did. Until~

"Hmmm hmmm," a voice murmured soothingly about the room, leering round the corridors as empty as they were. There he sat, typing away line by line at blissful ignorance to the radiating light enveloping the room like a solar flame. The settling sunlight brimmed about the classroom creeping amongst each crevice , seeping into the shadows in every part of the room as it shifted in the sky. The breeze was light today, almost to a dull whisper. To the surprise of anyone around him if they were to come in, Aiko had no issue whatsoever seeing his screen crystal clear, continuing his onslaught of word after word. His soft skin, tinting orange a little more each minute that passed as the sun set. "Aiko you're a ge~nius~," he expelled confidently "Or should I say 'Mr Sadao'"
He let out a mild giggle to himself, in the joyful irony of his own words. For this boy's story- was about to write itself.

"Hello~" a voice leaped around the corner and slithered into the classroom, alarming Aiko immediately. The voice was frail, but demanding. It was the voice of a female classmate much to the dismay of Aiko.
"Really? At this time?! Why now why why?" Nozomi's mind blitzed with questions darting to and fro as he frantically saved his work.
"Mr Satomi~" the voice announced once again.
In just the blink of an eye Aiko had managed to save his work and close his laptop while also closing the program just in case. 'You're unbeatable Sadao, unbeatable. Now the excuse will fit just perfectly'' Nozomi thought eagerly to himself.
"Oh hey what're you doing in here dude?" Violet. Violet was the first thing Aiko could make out as the sun collided with the figure at the door. Her voice was somewhat relaxing, but also grounded a sense of authority. Aiko began begrudgingly, unsure of his excuse anymore. "Homework, I can't really do it at home since I live alone and my neighbours are always too noisy to concentrate so I usually just stick around and crack it out."
"Huh" the voice replied ponderingly.
The figure moved out of the light, and surely enough it was stubborn student Misaki Tadame. Her impressive figure was recognisable among all students even the most naive like Nozomi.
"You seen Mr Satomi?" She questioned once more, stepping comfortably into the classroom.
Aiko replied quickly and in a bleak manner. "Nope. No one here in a while"
"Whatcha working on then," Misaki inclined further, reaching bashfully for the loose sheet of paper on the desk to the right of Aiko.
"Me?" He expressed nervously.
By this point Aiko was becoming increasingly concerned with the situation, not aware of the fact Tadame couldn't even make out the person right in front of her with the gleaming sunset at bay.
"What's with the arrangement in this room there's so many gaps in the aisles," she continued sternly.
Immediately upon glancing at the paper, the eagerness vanquished from her tone, turning into blatant mischief.
"Mr Sadao's priceless plot points huh?" A vivid grin spread across her face, almost inviting a sickening Smile

"What did you say?" Aiko brushed this comment aside rather bluntly, picking up his laptop and holding it tightly beneath his arm.
"Hey this is~"
She hadn't even finished before Aiko lay flat on the desk, realising she hadn't taken notice of who he was.
"Not mine now can I please be left alone. It's really bright and I stay behind to ESCAPE the noise at home, you're not helping," he exclaimed, masking his voice in a husky tone.
Distressed at his sudden outburst, Misaki simply relieved a noise of ill temper, turning briskly between the desks and storming out the room. The moment the door slammed against the frame, Aiko lost all sense of reason, gouging his hands about his hair and scruffing it whilst mumbling. "Why her, why me, why did I leave a printed script guide on the damn desk!" He expressed vigorously to himself in awe at the situation. On and on his thoughts blasted 'It's a miracle she didn't see me but that doesn't save me from anything cos now she knows my hideout spot!'
With his eyes drenched and hair in a cluster, he begrudgingly exited the class after collecting his belongings. As he neared the main entrance his mind wandered in regards to what happened, leaving him feeling vulnerable as the very characters he wrote of.
The light immigrated to Nozomi upon his arrival outside, quickening his pace he moped down the street.
'How could I be so careless? Ugh- it's best not to think about it for now, as long as I can find another classroom I guess it's not an issue.' Lost in his trainwreck thought, Aiko came to a sudden halt.
Thump.
In that moment a bitter voice arose amongst his distraught.
"What the heck? Do you need glasses dude!"
"Like hell I need-" before he could even utter another word he was presented with the uncanny sight of Misaki glaring into his soul ruthlessly. "Ah, sorry sorry, I really didn't mean to startle you," he murmured in earnest, attempting to deflate the situation and escape quickly. Reaching his hand down in a desperate motion, he brought her to her feet and bowed harshly.
"Ugh, it's fine just watch where you're going next time, why are you even by school at this time?" Was her immediate counterpoint to his help.
'Shit~'
"Me? Well realistically I can't find it in myself to study for the midterms coming up unless I force myself to study in the school library," Aiko explained awkwardly with a shallow laugh. Upon opening his eyes he was met with an uninviting and flat expression. Her eyes were bleak of all understanding and her gaze was stern.

"Are you kidding me?"Who revises for three hours after school!" Misaki returned, relentlessly lashing out back at him.
"I'm not the smartest of guys okay," is all he could squeal out as she bashed his skull in vigour.
"Wait a second-" In that brief period, Misaki took a step back, allowing the darkness to wrap itself around Aiko.
"Oho-" she mellowed with gleaming eyes and a sinister tone. "You revising for your next big chapter Sadao?"
Time seemed to freeze in that moment, as Aiko Nozomi's fragile mind cracked. The wind curled around the two, howling gently, leaves trailing and prancing amongst the air.
"Huh," is all that was mustered from Aiko.
His expression too became blank, almost dead.
"Can you expand that statement..."
"Expand? Oh but Mr Sadao, you know exactly what I'm referring to don't you."
Her gaze narrowed, her eyes widened, and she edged towards Aiko ever so slightly.
"Could you be more specific!" He yelled out, getting more angsty by the second. His pulse rose and his voice quivered. And the more she seemed to taunt, the more he seemed to relent.
"Well Mr Sadao, given your situation there's only one thing to save you from this mess," Misaki began in a deceitful tone.
"And what might that be? I have nothing to prove to you," he answered tediously.
"How about Letting me round yours for the night, why, I'm sure if you're not Mr Sadao you'll have no trouble with a guest this evening!"
...
Aiko Nozomi's tone had never shot from bare to explosive till this moment, "You want to wha~t!"