(AKAZA'S P. O. V.)
December third, the day it all began. The day my life started to change. I remember having the most wonderful, cinematic dream when the sound of my alarm clock abruptly ended my slumber, signaling the worst thing possible. It was time to get ready for school. Gosh, I despise school, I thought. Annoyed, I swiftly reach for my phone which proceeds to vibrate rapidly making a *Ring!* sound. As I gazed down at my screen to check the time realizing it was 8:15 a.m. Fuck, I'm late! I thought as I hurriedly got up and prepared for school. I showered, changed, and quickly grabbed a small yogurt pack for breakfast before racing out the door.
As I walked to school I couldn't help but wonder what my teacher, Mrs. Ewald would have to say about this. This wasn't my first tardy in her class and even though I'm a great student, I can tell she gets irritated when I'm not on time for class. I hope she's not too upset with me. . . I prayed as I approached the front entrance. Sigh, here we go, I whisper to myself as I advance toward her classroom door. Slowly, I reach for the doorknob questioning whether I should go in or not. Sadly, I did. Entering was easy, but when the whole class went silent and began to stare me down, I couldn't help but look away in embarrassment.
"You're late again, Mister Soyama.", Mrs. Ewald said pissed. "Why are you late?", she asks in an almost frightening tone.
"Apologies Mrs. Ewald! My alarm clock didn't work again! I promise I'll try harder to be on time!", I assured.
She sighed in annoyance as she said, "Akaza Soyama this is your 5th being tardy this month, have you noticed that? I don't know what's been up with you lately but you need to pull it together and do what you're expected of! You are old enough to get up, get ready, then head out young man!". Damn, she sounds livid!
I didn't know what to do so I stood there, speechless, head down, ashamed of disappointing her. She glanced at me and then went back to grading work, stating that I had detention after school for the rest of the week. After that, she told me to take a seat. I could feel the eyes watching me as I heard my classmates snickering. Fucking assholes, I thought as I sat down.
I've been bullied all of my life. Ever since I was younger people would tease me, spread rumors about me, and even go as far as to harm me because of my natural pink hair and eyelashes but I can't help it! It's not like I have control over my genetics! You'd think I'd be somewhat popular due to being born with something so rare, impossible even. But no, not here. Not this school. Being different here is no better than the deepest depths of Hell.
Today, the class felt extra slow. It was as if I had been sitting in my seat for years! Finally, the bell rang and I sprinted out of that classroom, pushing people beside me. I know it's disrespectful to shove people, but considering what those jerks have done to me all these years I couldn't give two fucks. Well, it's whatever. All I need to focus on right now is my next class which is also my favorite, music. I've always enjoyed the art of music. Singing, songwriting, and playing instruments have been my ultimate passions ever since I was a young boy. The beautiful sounds music creates are what keep me pleased most of the time. That's why my dream is to become a singer/guitarist. I want to stay connected with music for the rest of my life, so a job involving it is all I wish for. You know, sometimes I wonder where my love for music came from but it just never seems to come to mind. All I know is my desire started when my father passed away due to an illness.
My father was the greatest man you'd ever meet. He cooked, cleaned, and did anything he could to keep me, Mom, and my little sister alive. His caregiving was admiring but also concerning. It's almost as if he had some sort of instinct when my mother was diagnosed with preeclampsia while pregnant with my younger sister. I don't remember it all, but I do recall him saying she may not make it. That's what terrified me. Thankfully, she got the treatment she needed and was able to make a full recovery. Well, no need to continue that story now. Class is about to begin. I headed into the classroom to immediately notice that our teacher wasn't there. Where is our instructor? Is he running late or not here today? I brushed it off and took my seat, waiting patiently for someone to arrive. A couple of minutes after the bell rang, someone walked through the door, but it wasn't my teacher or a substitute. It was the president of our student council, Douma.
(DOUMA'S P. O. V.)
I confidently enter Mr. Tayaki's classroom to see everyone has already taken their seats. Wow, what good students we have here eh? This class must be very well-behaved! I smile at everyone then head towards the teacher's desk as everyone observes me. Because I'm pretty well-known I'm not surprised people stared. It's alright! I don't mind the excessive amount of eyes towards me. I'm friends with almost everyone here so it doesn't bother me. It makes me feel somewhat special!
"Alright, everyone! I'm sure you guys have noticed that you're teacher is not here today. Well, I'd like to inform you all that you're teacher has the flu so he won't be at school for a bit, which means for the next few days I'll be your instructor! Don't worry! Mr. Tayaki emailed me saying you guys are working on an individual project so I'm sure you all will be fine without him. If you need any help don't be afraid to ask me!"
Throughout that entire speech I couldn't help but repeatedly glance over at this stunning male who had such a lovely face and beautiful expressions. His pink eyelashes and hair were mesmerizing! Shit, looking at him was becoming an addiction. If I'm being honest, he looked adorable! Wait what? Am I complimenting this man who I've never seen, nor spoken to? No. Why am I thinking these things? Gosh, Douma keep it together! I thought, angered at myself.
During our time together, I noticed the cute pinkette kept glaring at me. Eventually, we made eye contact and I smiled at him sweetly. Let's just say, he didn't smile back. Instead, he rolled his eyes and went back to complete his work. Heh, he's so charming, I'm hooked! I want to get to know him desperately, I thought. Hmm, but how can I learn more about this cutie? Well, it may not be allowed but perhaps I could force him to stay after class! After all, it's not like anyone will believe him if he snitched on me. Well, that settles it! I'm going to speak with him after class!
