l o s t // sense8!au

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It happened again, Nam saw her again, the same girl in his dreams that appeared fifteen years ago but this time there was a more powerful connection with it, it was like if he was standing there in the big forest, watching the lost lady, and yet he couldn't really understand what was happening, he wanted to help the woman so badly because there was a connection he can't actually explain. But, what can a poor teacher actually do? Besides, it was just a bad dream, just a bad dream and nothing else.

And then he came back to reality.

Nam was lying in the couch inside the teacher's lounge, he had a free period so the man went there hoping he could read but he got all sleepy and blacked out.

Just when he was about to sleep again his current best friend Keita, who's also a teacher, entered the lounge. The man threw his leather brown briefcase to the nearest table and let himself fall down in the big solo couch that looked pretty comfortable, it actually was rock hard and hurt like hell but the man was tired and he just wanted some rest.

''Long class?'' asked Nam.

''I would rather call it the hour of hell'' the other man groaned as he put both of his hands on his face ''The class C-5 it's actually hell, this kids don't want to learn anymore, they are here just to please their parents and get 'good grades' just by mere assistance, I mean, they don't participate, almost never do their projects and homeworks and stuff like that''.

''Well I guess that's life, this kids were raised surrounded by all kinds of luxuries, everything they asked for they got it without any extra work to do, that's the first mistake parents do, the majority of this students don't know what real work is. As long as they get brand clothing and luxury brands you won't see them complaining about anything in life but let's just wait until they don't have those luxuries, or even worse, the people who provide them aka their parents, and maybe that day they'll woke up and stand up for themselves'' the black haired man leaned more into the sofa as he finished speaking.

''Woah dude that was deep as fuck, I can see why they call you Nam of Wisdom out there'' said the other professor as he side eyed Nam.

Nam let out a choked laugh ''Do they? That's crazy, I am no wise'' said as he began to stand up from the couch.

Keita took his hands off his face and looked directly at Nam ''I am being serious man, from all the teachers in this University, old or young, you might just be the wisest of them all, I really mean it''.

The black haired man smiled, letting the brunette see his cute dimples. He leaned a little to grab his briefcase from the couch ''Thank you Keita, I really appreciate your words'' said as he patted Keita's feet and walked out of the teacher's lounge closing the door behind him.

If I was wise I would have found out what the hell means the woman lost in the forest.

Nam Shimabukuro doesn't believe that much in the meaning or in the psychology of dreams since he had never experienced something like that, he didn't gave it too much attention until this time, this time it actually felt wrong in many possible ways but he hasn't found out what is it.

As he was walking through the hall he bumped with a running man, he had black shorts and a sleeveless red shirt with a blurred white maple syrup leave on its low right side, both in the front and back was a big number 4, in the back on top of the number said 'Park', Nam came to the conclusion that he was a volleyball player and probably a fan of the Canadian team but, why was he running on the halls of the University all sweaty and like if he was looking for the ball?

Nam turned around to scold the running boy but he got another surprise, suddenly he wasn't in the University hall, he was in a volleyball court with a big net in front of him. All the other men from his team were dressed like that Park boy, every one of them was screaming at him stuff like 'Jimin!', 'Park set the ball!!', 'Over here ChimChim!' and just when he was about to speak again he suddenly was in the University hall again.