A/N: DDDDDDEDICATED TO sacchii- BECAUSE THE GODS HAVE BLESSED US WITH A CUTIE ((points at ash))
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soraru's p.o.v.
"2nd year, huh.." I say as I stroll down the hallway, looking for my classroom.
2-A.. 2-B.. Aah, there. 2-C.
I slid open the door, and the first thing I hear is whispering.
"Did you know, Mafu is a cursed child?"
"Yeah, I heard that he saw a ghost and it took his voice away."
"They say that the ghost lives inside him and won't let him speak anymore."
Huh? I stroll over to a seat near the window, and plop myself onto the table. First day and already with the rumors?
And then suddenly, shrieks were heard as someone opened the door.
"It's Mafu!"
"I don't wanna be cursed..!!"
A small sweat drop ran down my face, What are these people thinking..
I look over to the person, Mafu, and examined him.
He had white hair and pale skin, a barcode on his cheek, and a pair of red eyes.
That's an unusual sight.. I thought.
He sees the reaction of many people, and looks down. As he looked for a vacant seat, he looked like he was about to cry.
I felt bad for him, and decided to do something about it.
"Oi." I call out, grabbing his attention. He whips his head to my direction and, as expected, his eyes are filled with tears that threatened to fall.
"Over here." I point to the vacant seat beside me, others gasping at my action. "You can sit here. I don't mind."
He stares at me a bit more, but then shakes his head and proceeds to go to the seat.
Suddenly, someone grabs the back of my uniform, "Soraru, why'd you do that?"
"Hi, Kashi." I say in a monotone voice. "No one would do it, so I did."
He scoffs, "If you would get cursed, I won't be there to help you."
"Wow, you believe that too?" I roll my eyes as he sighs.
"I'm giving you a chance." He huffs, crossing his arms as he let go of me.
I nod, and look to the boy beside me.
He notices that I'm looking at him, and brings out a whiteboard and a marker.
He starts to write on it, and flips the whiteboard to me.
Thank you. No one's ever done that for me.
My heart aches, are people here really dumb enough to believe that he's cursed?
I think of a way to communicate, and get a notebook from my bag and a marker.
I wrote down a sentence, and showed it to him.
No need to thank me. Are you okay?
He nods, writing on his whiteboard again.
He shows it to me, I am. You're very kind.
I smile, and wrote a response.
I'm Soraru.
