Hurt

Chapter 6

"Shima, get off!" Was the first thing the brunette had yelled when he entered the classroom, a certain pink haired male deciding it was a good time to almost tackle him with a dramatic pout.

"You disappeared last night! I was worried, Bon!" Shima yelled in defence, whining and huffing when he was not-so-gently shoved off the taller male. Suguro dusted off invisible dust from his shoulder with a glare aimed at Shima.

"I didn't disappear, stop being an idiot," Suguro simply said, fixing the strap of his back pack on his shoulder, giving one last eye roll before striding past and towards his seat.

"Hey, Bon!" The short blonde haired girl chirped from her seat, waving up at the male with a toothy grin and closed eyes. Suguro wasn't sure when, but it had come routine for her to greet him each morning, which he didn't mind.

"Hey, blondie," was the monotone voice she got in response, and a few pats ontop of her head as the male walked past to his own seat. Shiemi puffed her cheeks out at the frizzy mess left behind, taking the blue clip that was resting on the desk. She combed through her hair with her other hand, pushing her bangs back and clipping them so they stayed in place.

Suguro sat at his own seat, next to Miwa and in front of where Shima would be if he still wasn't pouting and complaining about being pushed to Izumo, who looked ready to punch him. Suguro would gladly help her with that.

"Ah, good morning, class," the voice made the brunette look to the front of the class where Yukio had just walked in, glasses sitting in the bridge of his nose, and a sleepy smile on his face. Suguro couldn't blame him, he went to sleep late, and god knows how early he usually wakes up.
Suguro stared at the door while Shima got to his seat, accepting the look he got from Yukio in the process. A few seconds later, Suguro furrowed his brows together in confusion. Where was Rin?

He stared from just a few more seconds, before raising his hand. Rin usually always came in with Yukio, or a few seconds behind. Something was wrong, he could tell, even if the younger twin showed no sign of distress or worry.

"Yes, Ryuji?" Yukio's voice came, and the few pairs of eyes in the room looked to him. Before speaking, Suguro pointed to the empty seat next to Shiemi, who looked a bit confused already. Yukio followed it, and he blinked in surprise, fixing his glasses out of habit.

"Where's Rin?" Suguro asked, hearing a snicker from behind him that made him want to kick the pink haired male. He let his hand drop back to the desk top as he watched the gears slowly turn in the teacher's mind. Finally Yukio shrugged and broke his gaze from the empty chair.

"He wasn't at the dorm when I woke up, so I assumed he decided to get up and here early," he voiced his thoughts, carefully slipping off his overcoat and draping it across his own desk. Suguro wasn't convinced that was the case, even if Rin did get up early, he would've been there by now. Where else would he go?

Suguro was about to stand to search for Rin, the thought of the two boys from last night being the reason of Rin's absence making his chest burn. It truly wasn't fair, Rin had done nothing to deserve whatever was going on between him and the two other students.

The sound of the door opening again stopped him from standing, and all eye's went up to the figure standing at the doorway. It was Rin. Before Suguro could rejoice in the relief of Rin being alright, he stopped to take in his appearance. Slumped shoulders, a cocked hip, and a black hoodie over his school uniform. The hood was up, shadowing most of his face, his hair pulled forward to curtain his eyes. He was confused at the drastic change. Usually, Rin's uniform would hastily be put on, and he would be stumbling in the room, an apology playing across his tongue for being late.

"Have a seat, Nii-san," Yukio said slowly, both worry and disturbance by the appearance of him, using a hand to motion to the seat next to Shimei. The girl waved and smiled, though even her caring green eyes showed catiuon at Rin's stance. He was clearly off gaurd, though focused enough to protect himself.

Rin stood there for a moment more before turning and walking down the aisle, taking a seat in the very back corner, away from anyone. Suguro watched with a confused gaze, lips parted to let out labored breaths. Now he had the right to be worried, something was clearly wrong the the half demon across the room. Even though Yukio continued the lesson after an uncomfortable silence, Suguro never looked away.

Rin looked up from the downcasted gaze he had set, making accidental eye contact with Suguro before he quickly looked away, crossing his arms over his desk and laying his head on them.

Even in that split second, the light caught Rin's face in just the right way so he could see what his hood and hair was hiding. His cheeks were red, tear stains trailing down them, still glistening. His eyes we're even still glossy from the waterworks that probably broke before he entered the classroom.

What had happened?