NagiReo | High school AU

New found treasure

I was sitting on the cold stairs. The sound of ominous chatter disturbed me. I continued to play my game on my phone, I could feel my white hair falling across my pale face. For probably the 50th time today, I heard the sound of echoing footsteps go down the Hakuho staircase. I glance over, making sure not to give it my full attention, otherwise I'd die in my game. Oh. It's that rich boy. Mikage Reo? Whatever, too much of a hassle to talk to him.

Crash! I feel a light tap on my back. Startled, my phone falls out of my hand. Without thinking, I rash my right foot down the stairs where I was seated. I instantly think to myself that I had died. Damn, I had a pretty good run. The phone falls onto the tip of my shoe. Control is instantly gained on my behalf. I leap down the stairs, the phone staying in the air by the time I get to it, due to my swift movements. I start playing my game, not yet have I realised the eyes staining at me in awe. I wasn't used to it; therefore I wasn't immediately aware. Oh, I died. Good score, I guess.

"Woah, that was amazing!" 'What?' I think as I hear the voice of someone around my age. For the 51st time, footsteps go down the stairs. But for once, they end at my presence. Oh, it's the rich boy again. Before I can even say anything, the purple-haired boy steps in.

"Do you play soccer?!" He asks me with adrenaline pouring out of him. No. I don't.

"No, soccer's too much of a hassle." I reply simply. I see his expression fall, now is when I acknowledge his chameleon-like eyes. Before he can add onto my statement, I ask.

"Hey, you're rich, right? Can I have some money?" I put my hand out, expecting him to just carry cash on him. I realise that's dumb.  But just as I blink my layered white hair out of my dead-pan face and expects him to straight up yell at me. I hear something I never would have expected .

A soft, genuine... laugh?

"I like you!" He says with a pure heart as he suddenly puts his arm around my shoulder. I'm shocked. Flabbergasted, even. I'm too stunned to speak. I honestly can't remember the last time someone touched me on purpose.

"Huh." I say, dumbfounded. The boy's smile grows. For some reason, I feel a sense of warmth in my heart. What the hell does that mean?

"Meet me on the soccer field at lunch!" He says, expecting me to agree. As I open my mouth to blurt out something like 'That's a hassle', he walks away. I'm stunned. What on earth just happened? Am I dreaming? No, I can't be. It felt so real when he put his arm around my shoulder. Whatever, he and his friends are probably just going to tease me if I show up.