My Revelation {Mikayuu}

Vagabond. [5]

I fled the bathroom quickly, albeit quite awkwardly considering the towel wrapped around my waist. I had found my room after five minutes of standing in front of a line of the identical doors, my mind blank. I still felt nauseous, as if horrified by my mere existence. The sight within my doors distracted me from the poisonous thoughts seeping into my brain- and causing hysteria to plague my entirety.

Yuuichiro filled his promise of supplying some necessities for me. There was bedding on the bed, thankfully. I didn't want to struggle with putting them on the mattress. Extra blankets were stashed beneath the bed.
The desk had a few folded outfits with a crudely written note- as if someone was rushing him. It explained that this was all he could give with an apology, and that he could use the sizing from my old clothes to get ones that better suited me the next chance I got if I left them in an easily accessed place. He ended the small note with 'See you tomorrow morning' instead of his name. Of course, I could easily recognize Yuichiro's penmanship. Well, not really. It was the way he addressed me. I wondered if he had any friends as I scavenged appropriate clothing to sleep in.
Anything better than a towel. I didn't even know where that thing's been. I felt unprepared for what was to come. I knew an academy was a school where people learned. But a feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that I wouldn't understand anything.

So, with a sigh, I retired to the surprisingly comfortable bed, falling into a distracted sleep as I fought worrying about tomorrow.

I was woken up the next to a cold tap on my cheek. I didn't know I possessed the instincts of violence for sudden awakenings until Yuuichiro was on the floor. As I panted from the sudden action, ears ringing, I saw his lips move as he called behind him. I didn't question.
"Sorry." I apologized when sound returned to my ears, ringing vanished.
"It's fine." He either whispered or wheezed (I couldn't tell) in response.
"We were about to go eat and I made the realization that you probably don't know where the mess hall is." He murmured in a voice I almost missed. I scratched at my blue veins, picking up the blanket I had sent flying.
"I don't." I admitted, searching for clothes. I saw a grey sweater and a grey hoodie, both looking aged. I didn't feel like wearing something so simple. I found high waisted jeans, which seemed to shove me into a more feminine appearance. I took a cream turtle neck, tucking the bottoms into the jeans. My black leather shoes were all that I owned, so they would do. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Yuichiro staring at an empty wall with his eyes pinched shut. I grew puzzled as to why he was acting like that. He seemed to have heard the absence of ruffling clothes, glancing to me. I looked at him in confusion once more when he turned a pale shade of pink, rushing out the door with a small fester of me to follow. I pulled the large sleeves up to my elbows as I followed him, closing the door behind me.

There was someone waiting for him when I exited, his silver framed glasses reflecting the screen of an electronic device he held, one thumb typing. The other thumb was having the nail attached being mercilessly chewed on. His blond hair was a golden color, most of it tucked behind his ears. He had wide almond shaped eyes in a caramel brown. He jokingly bowed to Yuichiro, from which I concluded that he was Tetsuya Daisuke. He gave me an informal wave before dragging me into a conversation about the food at the mess hall. I tried to follow along to his guidelines. Don't try India's food if you don't want to die (his words), try the sushi, and don't touch the British Prime minister's daughter's snacks. That was all I remembered. I was too busy trying to remember where I had heard his voice before.

When we entered the Mess hall it became clear. He was one of the boys from the restroom. Which one I couldn't remember. Definitely not the one crying about acne. There wasn't one visible on his skin.

While Yuuichiro ate a chocolate croissant while avoiding conversation with Tetsuya (who had two apples with him), I stared in amazement at the array of food. It was a wide variety of foods from every country, but not much was pre prepared. Only the stuff we took. I took a blueberry muffin.
"Oh, we so have to introduce you to the rest of the group, they'll love you."
"Why?" I asked, right hand resting on the table. There were dozens of wooden tables lined with wooden chairs, three rows in total. It was nearly deserted, I noticed. Only a handful of students besides us.
"Because you ask so many questions. 'What's a cellphone' is my favorite by far." He laughed.
"You still haven't answered that." My brows furrowed in frustration at the mystery of a cellphone. Yuuichiro tapped my elbow, leaning over.
"It's like writing letters and stuff, but they get the message instantaneously. There's apps that do the same but you can take photos, and an option on them where you can have voice chats with people." He whispered in a hushed tone. I nodded with a very long 'oh' escaping me. Some things about it still puzzled me, but I didn't want to press onto Yuuichiro for what I assumed was a ridiculous question.
"Ah, so the lovely Yuuichiro has reverted back into his shell due to a new presence."
"I thought you knew that." He mumbled, flushing from the attention.
"Oh, I did, just wanted to see your reaction." He laughed. "Not disappointed. Anyway, let's go!" Tetsuya cheered, bouncing up. He said nothing about my strange appearance. Of the weird bracelet on my hand.

I was correct on my theory of not understanding anything. I didn't have Yuuichiro or Tetsuya to guide me through every class. Only a schedule on a piece of paper I had to obey. Information whirled past me. They were talking about the history of Indonesia- World history. Someone scoffed at the professor several times.

He got called out by him.

Chemistry class was by far the most entertaining next to literature. Some girl with a pixie cut was purposefully arranging the ingredients to explode, but she never got sent out of the class. No one did, now that I thought about it. She kicked her black pumps onto the table as her vials bubbled rabidly, blowing a bubble as they popped out one by one, cork tops flying about.
"Okay, Doctor Jekyll, please do something actually related to the subject." The chemistry professor sighed. She grinned, bubble popping against her face. I snorted. No one gave me any special attention in here, which I was grateful for. To them I was another unimportant face. Or they just never noticed. I always sat in the back.

Literature was interesting to me. They were in the middle of a book, but I had managed to catch up thanks to some slow readers who decided to read in accents. The professor allowed them to do so, and I saw her reading ahead. She was younger than the others, I noticed. Her brown hair was in a messy bun, circular glasses wide on her curious green eyes, which were intent on reading the book as she absently chewed on the end of a pencil. I wasn't attracted to her, but I will admit she was beautiful. We stopped reading before the lesson ended, her empty hand fiddling with a golden ring tied around her neck. She had enough personality for me to remember her name when I had asked at the end of class. Her name was Iris Dulcibella. She was very likable, and wished me luck with surviving here. Gave me a hair tie, and instructed me on tying up my hair. She said it bothered her that I did nothing to my beautiful hair. She even offered to help me with subjects I struggled in.

So, to me, Professor Dulcibella was basically an angel.

Because I had no grasp of World History. Understandably, at that. According to Yuuichiro, I didn't live on Earth previously. Said I lived in the sky somewhere. I wanted to calculate where exactly. Maybe I could see it if I looked outside, now that I'm stopping to think about it.

Tetsuya was waiting for me after classes, said that Yuuichiro got caught up in his own studies. Promised he would be there when we got there. When I asked where 'there' was, he merely smiled. It was a sly and mischievous smile that made me feel uneasy despite how well it fit his appearance.

I then had to chase him down the hall as he darted between students in a full-blown sprint, apologizing to everyone I passed, speaking in both a flustered and rushed manner.

I had no idea where he was leading me, but I assumed I was expected to be present.

And I'll be damned if I disappoint the unknown.