Aoba x Noiz

Meeting New People

It's been a week since I was expelled from my old school? Why? Embarrassing. Do NOT want to think about it. Ever. Never again in my life. I may think that but... I can't stop myself from thinking about it. Every time someone from my new school asks about my old school, I get scared.

"Hey Aoba!" I heard someone yell my name as I walk down the hall of my new school. It's Mizuki, a new friend. "Hey, you still haven't answered my question. Why did you leave your old school? I'm quite curious." He said happily as I ignored him.

"I'll talk later. We have class right now. Hey, mind sitting with me at lunch?" I asked, changing the subject and his state of mind. I sighed as I thought about my past.

"Yeah, I can introduce you to the rest of the group. Hey how about later? You got art class?" He said, changing the subject again as we walked to class. I passed by a few people that glared at me.

"Yeah, I have art. I like drawing but I don't need art class. I took them all, even art courses that were meant for older students, when I was younger. I enjoyed art. It's the only thing that keeps my own mind from... Doing a lot of things. I have drawings in my bag if you want to borrow them. They're quick sketches but I guess they're something."

"Oh! Let me see!" Mizuki nearly tugged my bag off my back. I laughed at him. He dug through my bag to find my drawings and when he finally found them, he was in awe. I slapped his shoulder and smirked. "Don't judge me, I enjoy art. It's one of the many things that I enjoy. Lets get to class. I'm keeping these by the way."

"Hey! Oh whatever. I can make new ones. Do what you want. Sit next to me in class-?" I asked but accidently bumped into a high school student. He turned towards me and eyed me. I got shivers running down my back.

"Watch it, kid! You may be younger but you're definitely not stronger, and I'm not afraid to beat the tar out of you." He held a hand to my throat.

"Easy beast hands. I didn't ask for a fight. I just accidently bumped into you. No need to get your tongue wrapped around conclusions. I'll be on my way." I loosened his hand from my neck and kept walking. Mizuki only stared at me.

"You idiot! That was literally an older high schooler. Above our level of strength!" Mizuki nearly screamed. I replayed his words in my head and laughed. To be quite honest, that guy seemed weak. I kept walking, thinking about my words to the older kid.

"Oh... Now I see what you mean. He did seem weak to me because he thinks a few hits would scare me into not doing it again. I'd bump into that kid just to piss him off. He should get the point that I don't run from a fight. Part of the reason I got expelled. The other reason is weird. Not going to talk about it." The reasons flood in my mind. I got annoyed by it.

I mean, I, Sly Blue lost to Rhyme! I lost to Rhyme, how embarrassing is that!? I thought about it for a while and thought about something. Does Mizuki play Rhyme? The question made me abandon my work and any other thoughts.

"Aoba... Aoba! Pay attention! Earth to Aoba!" Mizuki shouted in my face as I thought about the results if I brought up Rhyme to him. Would he leave? I should stop thinking about that. It is lunch time and he wants me to meet his friends.

Huh?" I snapped back to reality as Mizuki got someone to get him lunch.

"Oh hey! There you are! Long time no see." Mizuki joked around while I glared at him. He just kept laughing and I noticed someone looking at me. He was a blonde with a lot of piercings. He wore green and black and had glowing green eyes.

I stared at him while he worked on a sketch. What's he drawing? I sat down with Mizuki. He one at a time introduced me to everyone.

I was most interested in Noiz, the one who was sketching. He didn't say anything to me. I soon got bored of the table and left the room.

I walked directly out of the school and headed down the road. I heard footsteps chasing after me. I sighed, smiled and ran. I turned down a narrow alley way and waited for them to pass. I then felt a hand on my shoulder and was pressed against the building wall.