comfort

comfort - 2

Hikari (light) is a short, childish, and emotional girl.
Hibiki (sound, echo) is a tall, quiet, and shy boy.

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All Hibiki wanted to do was finish high school and leave for college to live the life that was planned, he didn't expect a small girl continuously talking to him like he was actually someone special. Hikari was naturally a caring person, seeing someone alone made her feel like she had to step up somehow, it was just the kind of person she was. She didn't expect to make much progress quickly, but she was surprised easily.

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H i k a r i

   Art class finished, and everyone put away their sketchbooks before leaving with their friends. I was going to walk with Atsuko or catch up with my other friends, but I stopped when I realized. Now was a perfect chance to talk to him. I hesitated, but took a deep breath and looked behind me. There he was, walking over to the teacher's desk and turning in a paper quietly, and then went to put his sketchbook back in the cabinet.
   I bit my lip. Just...say hi. Be casual... I walked out of the classroom slowly. Hibiki walked out after, adjusting his backpack and going down the hallway. He was behind me, with ear-buds in as usual.

   Another deep breath, and I looked at him. He looked over a second after, his hair covering his eyes partly, and I felt my face heat up. I was caught in the act immediately. That's when something unexpected happened. It was quick, and short, and really...simple. He just gave me a nervous smile before looking back ahead. It had a hint of awkwardness behind it, but that was understandable. It was...progress. On a different note...it was kinda cute. I couldn't help myself, it was practically instinct, a grin grew across my lips as I walked to my next class. 

   My second class today was music, and it was on the other side of this section in the school. I walked in, my footsteps barely had an echo compared to the chatter around the room. This classroom was tall and wide, with a tiled floor and one wall of windows. There weren't any curtains, so there was barely any daylight since it was still morning along with the artificial light.
   I put my backpack against the wall in the back of the room. It was the teacher's rule; nothing else except what we need, for less distractions. Something like that... I walked over to get my music folder from the cabinets, then took my assigned seat near the middle. I crossed one leg over the other, swaying the top foot in the air slowly.

   Mrs. Hanae and Mr. Hayate made their announcements, and we all had to read the music and fill in the signs for the pages we were currently working on. The class started to talk amongst themselves, either copying off someone else or finishing different pages. I yawned, and looked at all of them tiredly.
   This class is the highest one in all of them; the varsity group. Maybe that was part of why it was split into both boys and girls, for more of a unique variety. For having a higher voice, I was in the first soprano section.

   Then, I froze. Hibiki is in this class too. I face-palmed, remembering how most extra curricular classes had sophomores mixed in with the freshmen. That wasn't the only thing. It was like somehow he felt my gaze, because he looked up from the music book. I flinched, then bent forward quickly to at least attempt and pretend that I was working on the notes this whole time. I wrote the notes quickly, biting my lip and trying to concentrate.
    A few minutes passed, and I sighed. I looked across the room again... And inhaled sharply. I don't know if he was looking around the whole time, or my luck was just this bad. I tried playing it off, flashing a weak smile and looked around as if that was my intention in the first place.

   I stood up and went to where Mrs. Hanae was seated, in front of the class with the board and the projector behind her, while Mr. Hayate sat in front of the piano. Luckily, I only had to correct a few notes, since I wasn't looking that carefully because of the frantic thoughts clouding my thoughts during that time. I sighed, and went back to my seat. I tensed when I felt stares from the time that I got up to the point where I sat back down.

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Don't you just hate it when you have a clear thought in your head and then suddenly you actually go do something about it, but then it keeps changing, or you keep getting stuck and you're just like tf is this -- I thought I knew where this was going where is my plan ;; //

... Sigh. Anyway, this is more complicated than I had first thought it would be... Like it always is... fml.

Mm...enjoy? Aheh... ;; 

I really wanted to make longer chapters I hate myself

Btw, sorry if wattpad screws it up...  =___=