13 - Maybe Next time

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Third person POV;

Giyuu walked to class, passing by some of his friends in the hall as he waved at them. He thought he'd smile and wave but quickly disregarded that, in fear of embarrassing himself in public. Once Giyuu reached his first class, he signed in and took his seat by the window. Readjusting himself as he placed his backpack on the ground underneath his desk.

More students rolled into class and eventually came in Sabito- who was lowkey skipping to his desk happily. "Hey, yuu!" Sabito greeted Giyuu as he pulled his chair out, sitting beside Giyuu. Giyuu was caught by surprise when he heard Sabito call him that, in fact for a moment he questioned if he was talking to him- "Me..?" He awkwardly asked as he looked up at Sabito, waving him a good morning to greet him. "Pft, yeah, you. Who else would be my Yuu?" Giyuu quickly turned his head back to his desk, as he was reoranganzing it. He felt his face heat up and didn't want Sabito noticing his face redding from embarrassment. Or, really, because he got flustered by the nickname given to him by Sabito.

No one's really ever given him a nickname before. Not besides his mom calling him sweet things as that's her son, or Shinobu calling him teasing things just to mess with him. Sabito calling him "Yuu" just felt different, and he liked it. But.. "my yuu?" As in his- aufhshdhau Giyuu felt his mind get clouded as he broke into a smile at Sabito. Of course, not that he noticed he did. Earning a smile from Sabito who was happy to see that Giyuu liked his little gesture of affection with just a silly nickname he made up.

Little did Giyuu know, Sabito was just as nervous to see him sometimes. He enjoyed Giyuus company as much as he did, maybe even more. Sabito was what people could describe as a regular student. He was a chill guy, somewhat laid back, but also quite the character as well. He enjoyed making people smile, and being as helpful as he could. When he first met Giyuu, he felt the world stop for just a moment. That day, he was in a rush to get to his first class again. Again, because it wasn't his first year at this school unlike Giyuu, and he wasn't about to be scolded by his same teacher again he coincidentally has again.

Sabito was such a friendly person, a joyful soul, he was liked and maybe even admired by most. Even on days where he seemed less talkative than most, he still smiled. Solely because of how helpful and charming he was. It wasn't surprising that Ume liked him and even wanted to be his project partner. She'd even try to demotivate others who wanted to be friends with Sabito. What a weirdo. As if she was friends with Sabito herself, she wasn't. He hoped to keep things neutral with her, not wanting to get close with her for many reasons in his book. Aside from her being a bully, she barely took school as half as serious. Although she still managed to have good enough grades. Guess she isn't as dumb as people could assume based on her attitude.

Sabitos POV:

As I readjusted myself in my seat, I looked over at Yuu, who was taking out what was needed for class, while also always taking out a sketchbook. He always liked to sketch, even during class. It was a bit surprising how he'd still have an awesome focus for what was being taught as he drew whatever it was that was on his mind. I couldn't focus on more than one thing even if I tried.. well, that's only half true. At least when I try to sketch or doodle during class, I get so sidetracked somehow, it's actually insane.

Giyuu is so quiet, I realized - and after he told me that this is his first year at this school. Back at a public school at all. I couldn't be happier to have bumped into him when I did. For some reason, it felt familiar being in his presence. Which I thought was a bit weird at the time, like a random deja-vu moment. Despite that, I feel lucky to have befriended him. He's definitely the quiet type of guy, but I can't help but think he might feel a little more comfortable with me than the rest of our friends.

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