Not only was Kagaya University more liberal in its views regarding demons and humans gathering together, they were also very helpful and understanding about the moving process. You had met with your advisor early this morning, who helped you set up a class schedule. The university accepted all of the credits you had previously acquired at your last university, which means you didn't have to retake any courses, and you were still on track to graduate with Mitsuri's class year.
Your first class was statistics, which was in the building next to the university cafe. This was perfect. You had stayed up late last night, worried for your first day of classes and reminiscing about your old life. You wished things didn't have to change, but were grateful for all that you still had. A comfortable house. A dad that loved and supported you. A dog. Your own car. To most, it would seem like you had it all.
Getting up early for the advising appointment was taking a toll on you, so you stopped for a honey cinnamon latte on the way to class. The class number was 314, which made you giggle to yourself, recalling the number for pi. You were still relatively early and no one seemed to be in class, however, when you walked in, you saw a single person. You couldn't make them out clearly, a black hood pulled over their head, which was laying on the table, and gray sweatpants. You decided to introduce yourself. Making new friends meant stepping out of your comfort zone.
You make your way over to the two seater desk and tap on their shoulder lightly. "Hi, I'm (Y/N), I was wondering if it's okay that I sit with you?" you ask.
The person in question lifts their head from their arms and looks up at you, a scowl painted on their face. You recognize him instantly, the boy from the other day, the boy you've been talking to Douma about. Gyutaro.
"I choose the back so people will leave me alone and the class," he motions to the empty room, "is empty. Pick a seat, dumbass," he says. If he wants to be rude, then I will be petty. I'm not scared of him, maybe intimidated because he is handsome. But not scared.
"Oh really? Anywhere I want? Then I guess I'll sit here," you say, taking a seat next to him. He grumbles and puts his head back on his desk.
"You know, we are probably gonna end up being partners in this class. Maybe we should get to know each other," You try to reason.
"Please just shut up so I can nap before class. I don't want to know you," he responds.
"Well, you don't have to be so rude about it, I was only suggesting since we will probably have to work together," You responded simply. He snaps his head up.
"Yeah, well that's because you wanted to be stupid and sit with me when I said I like being alone. I don't care who you are, what you like, what you do outside of class, nothing. If you're gonna sit there, then just shut up and look pretty, alright?" He says aggressively.
You stare at him, mouth closed, and feel your eyes begin to get teary. You should have just sat at a different table, but you wanted to make friends. Once you noticed it was him, you wanted to sit here all the more. You just felt pulled to him for some reason.
"I'm sorry," is all you can say, but it comes out more of a whisper. You can tell he has noticed your eyes watering. Your skin must be getting blotchy, it always does when you cry. But you won't let any tears fall. Not before class.
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God I am such an asshole. I am already making the girl cry on the first day of class and all she wanted to do was sit with me. I should have just been grateful, no one ever sits with me. They are either too scared or think I look disgusting, but here she is trying to get to know me. I'm just weary of people and I think I have every right to be, considering how Ume and I are treated on a daily basis. Ume got lucky, though, because while she has a severe rank, she is absolutely stunning. Me on the other hand? Yeah not so much.
"Hey, it's alright," I say, scratching the back of my head. "I just get grumpy when I'm tired. I didn't mean to snap at you." This isn't entirely true. I wanted to be mean. Then I remembered who I was talking to and how nervous she makes me even though I don't know a thing about her.
She only nods her head and grabs a headset from her bag, putting them on and playing music from her phone. I feel terrible. Now I can't close my eyes again because I am trying to think of ways to apologize. Even if I am weary of her, she seems really nice and I basically berated her for no reason. Because of my own insecurities. I look over at her coffee cup. The label reads "honey cinnamon latte, oat milk." I make a mental note of her order. I'll bring her a coffee next class to apologize.
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After class, you head home. It's still early in the day, but after how Gyutaro talked to you, you just wanted to be in the comfort of your room, where you could play guitar with your dog. The walk through campus to your car was a long one, so you decided to call Douma and tell him what happened.
"Don't take it personally, (Y/N). He is like that with everyone, especially humans. Gyutaro and Daki had a rough childhood and have a lot of trust issues relating to humans," Douma tries to reassure.
"I can understand that, it's just something about him that makes me want to learn more. I wish he felt comfortable around me enough to at least say something stupid like 'nice to meet you.' I should just cut my losses," You say.
"Well, don't do that. It's obvious you have a crush on him. He just needs time to warm up to you. Plus, he said you were pretty."
"He was insulting me! And I do not have a-"
"(Y/N), do not try to lie to me. It is quite obvious and you keep begging me to take him specifically to your party. Are you trying to tell me that doesn't mean something"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you respond.
"Whatever you say. Don't stress, alright? I'll see you this weekend," he says.
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The next class, you make your way over to the desk you are to share with Gyutaro. He isn't here yet, and neither is anyone else, so you decide to take out your headphones and listen to music. You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous about seeing him. Nothing could be as bad as last class, but you hoped he would be a little nicer today. You could understand why he was scared of you, but in your eyes, you had never done anything to him personally that should evoke the kind of reaction you were given. Needless to say, you were still a little sad about the interaction and planned to keep to yourself.
You see him walk in about ten minutes later. He's wearing baggy black jeans with a chain connected to the belt loop, a black t-shirt, and an unzipped black sweater. His hair is pulled back in a half up bun and his combat boots make him look even taller. He walks to your side of the desk and hands you a cup of iced coffee.
"For the other day," he says simply.
"Thank you," You responded, looking at the ticket on the cup. It's the same latte you had in class the other day. Observant. you look back up at him, a blush spreading across your cheeks. He towered over you. He only nods his head in return, pulling his hood up and walking over to his seat.
Douma was right. Maybe you were crushing on the most dangerous demon at this university.
