Anku parted ways with Soraru, due to their different classes. The young man headed to his class, walking past the students and towards his seat. However, he stopped in his tracks when he saw who were sitting at that area.
Araki's girlfriend and the group of students- mostly rich guys and girls that don't really cared about studying- were seated there, laughing and giggling amongst themselves. Soraru's blood boiled but he breathed out slowly, turning away from it and making his way to the other side. A voice cut through the chatter in the class, and Soraru froze.
"Hey, don't you wanna sit here?" Araki's girlfriend called out, and Soraru ignored her, moving further from the crowd. "Hey, faggot!" Another guy called, and the girls' loud laughter was heard. Soraru blinked hard, trying to stop himself from crying and sped up. He ended up sitting at the other side from his usual spot, and he gripped his folders with a crushing force. "Hey, Soraru-kun, are you okay?" A girl- Kuro- asked, and Soraru forced a smile. "Just great," he lies through his teeth, and she hums. "Just ignore those bitches- they are too full of themselves sometimes," she mutters, and Soraru found himself smiling at that a little. "Yeah," he agrees softly, before turning to the front, just as the professor walks in.
*°*°*°*
Soraru lingered in the hall after class ended, not wanting to bump into Araki and the others. He knew that the man would be outside right about now to wait for his girlfriend. He knew the other's schedule, since they used to 'date'. He placed the folders and books into his bag as slowly as possible, lowering his head when the group of guys and girls left. He was so focused into packing that he did not sense the presence of another. He raised his head a little, meeting the stare of his professor's. "I'm almost done," he murmurs, but the professor just shook her head. "Its quite alright," she says mildly, before looking towards Soraru's original spot. "Are the girls bothering you?" She asks, and Soraru lets out a surprised snort. "Do you really think that I do not pay attention?" She asks with a laugh, and Soraru flushed. "Its nothing," he sighs, packing his bag up quickly. "Thank you for asking," he says softly, and she laughs again. "I wouldn't really be asking you, but a student of mine wanted to know more about you. It should be me that is apologizing for playing matchmaker," she says with a chuckle.
"Who is it?" Soraru asks, and the professor shook her head. She placed her finger on her lips with a smile. "Secret. Now go ahead," she shooed him out with a kind smile, and Soraru nods, nodding goodbye.
When he walks to the cafeteria, Soraru lowered his head, quickening his steps to meet Hashiyan. He thought someone was following him, and turned quickly, his eyes taking in what that is obvious- there's no one in the hallway that knows him. He felt sick to the stomach, who was he kidding, really? Everyone that knew Araki knows him now- he is that naive stupid fag that actually thought that the straightest man in campus loves him.
I'm so pathetic.
a/n : the trip is basically just me trying to catch up with the entire tour group. I've so little time to write, so sorry for the slow updates
-aru
YOU ARE READING
DIPHYLLEIA GRAYI(SORAMAFU)
Fanfiction" i just want to be loved. " ©lovejjong 2017 srr x mfu
