I Can't Live Without You (Sequel)

Chapter Six

  The University of Tokyo was flooding with students. Spring break had ended and classes started again. So many new young adults scurried on campus trying to find their way. Huge billboards were lined up in front of the main building with many sheets of paper pinned to them. Everyone stood on their toes trying to read what class they were in, where they were on campus. The school was so much bigger than their previous ones; it was mind-blowing. So many types of people reunited to study so many types of subjects. The diversity was incredible.

  The first day of class meant a new beginning for the first years. It also was a chance to meet new people, to make new friends. However on that particular day Kenma Kozume was in no mood to make any kind of social contact. He walked past the crowds of clamoring students with his head lowered. He had cut his hair short on the sides and back, and left the front just a little long. They were pushed back behind his ear with a couple dark strands falling in front of his eyes. His hair was completely black once again, contrasting with his golden irises. Since there was no dress code Kenma was finally free to wear what he pleased. Having no great envies he simply wore a large black hoodie with very dark jeans. His schoolbag was black with white rims and was strapped over a shoulder. He wore plain white sneakers which were dirtied after use. Amid all the colored spots on campus he was a single black dot, trailing through the colorful crowd.

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  The first three weeks of university could have gone worse, but they honestly could have gone better too. Kenma hadn't opened his mouth at all during the entire fifteen days of class. He ate alone, walked alone, studied alone, and was alone. He was also referred as the "emo freak" or "goth kid". No one really wanted to talk to him and many eventually forgot about him. Kenma was also the only one wearing black long-sleeved tees and sweaters which made him even stranger. However he refused to wear short sleeves knowing the still fresh slits in his arms would only bring more rumors and accusations in the air. Of course he could try to wear more colors or try to speak, but he wasn't in the mood for bright tones or making knew friends, after all, they might be taken away from him and he would just end up sad and scarred again.

The only thing Kenma wanted to do was to see Kuroo. He was the only person Kenma wanted to talk to, the only person he wanted. Since Kuroo wasn't replying and wasn't online at all, the younger brunet decided to go to his university department across campus to see him. They needed to meet and sort things out. They needed a plan. Even though both were in the same university they had never crossed paths even once. The campus grounds were very big and each faculty building was still quite far apart from each other. Kenma followed the directions plastered on the walls until he found his boyfriend's department. Classes were already over and only a couple students were left in the room. The freshman walked up to the small group nervously.

  "Excuse me..."

  The students turned around slightly surprised and observed Kenma. They smiled and one walked up to him.

  "Hey! Are you new here? Have you lost your way?" asked a brunet with a baseball cap covering his long hair.

  Kenma squirmed looking away. "No, I'm not lost. I'm looking for Kuroo Tetsurō, do you know him?"

  A girl in the group shot up at the mention of Kuroo's name. "Kuroo! The volleyball player with funny hair right?" Kenma nodded. "Yeah! My friends go crazy about him all the time," she chuckled waving her hand dismissively. Kenma bit the inside of his cheek and stared at his feet. "But no, I haven't seen him. He hasn't come to class these last few weeks. I'm not close to him so I wouldn't know but maybe he's sick or something... I don't think anyone's seen him since spring break... Apparently he was acting really weird lately, at least that's what I heard. Those are just rumors, I have no idea where he is," babbled the girl endlessly. Kenma began losing patience and silenced her with a quick thank you and left the room. He sighed ruffling his hair, making it fall in front of his eyes.