Are We Really That Different? (Umeji Kizuguchi X OC Story)

Chapter 1 - First Day

Quick A/N - You may see something similar to this in a one-shot book by Liascringeeccount and that's because I requested it to see how they would interpret it in a one-shot formation. Quick A/N over.

3rd Person POV
Sun shone calmly down on the prestigious Akademi High, a school up on a hill looking over the town. It dappled the path as it shone through the large cherry blossoms. Standing on this path was a boy named Ryuku Inazuma. He had his hands clasped to his headphones on his head, pretending to listen to music when he really wasn't.

"Well... Let's see how the people here are... Hopefully there's not to many pathetic pricks"

Then he began walking toward the school, his sweater's hood slightly swaying in the breeze.

Ryuku's POV
It didn't take me long to realize, yeah, I was late on the first day, by quite a bit. Oh well, not like I really cared. I'll make more of an effort later on I guess. I already knew where I was going, I only glanced at it but I remember seeing 3-1 on the sheet I got. My memory was pretty picture perfect, I was also pretty cunning bit nobody needs to know that.

"Third floor, Ryuku, third floor"

I mentally slapped myself for getting off track. I silently passed by a classroom on the first floor and began quietly climbing the stairs. I don't really know what'll happen if a teacher catches me on the first day. I'd rather not deal with that annoying shit right now.

I got up to the third floor and the classroom in front of me was 3-1. I went to the far door of the class, I'd rather not be right near the teacher, and threw the door open.

Umeji's POV
I silently groaned to myself listening to the teacher's boring ass lesson on... Whatever the fuck it was even supposed to be on. I was about to just get up and sneak out while everyone else intently when the door suddenly opened with a slight bang causing the room to go silent. A boy walked in, his hands gently but firmly grasping black headphones on his head. He was wearing a red sweater with white trim as well as black trackpants and black shoes. He had a somber look on his face but I could tell just by looking that he was at least mildly annoyed.

"Ah, you must be the new kid, tell us your name"

The teacher's boring voice rang out. The new kid's eyes opened up revealing hazel orbs under the eyelids. His face had slightly contorted into one of disgust. So far, he hasn't said anything and I'm already liking him more than most people in this boring ass class.

"He probably won't answer, his nane is Ryuku Inazuma. He doesn't really talk to people much, it takes a lot for him to gain enough trust"

"Tch, of course you'd open your mouth Gitika"

They seemed to know each other though it looks like they had a bit of a rocky relationship. Gitika was also quite new to the school, I didn't care about her though, too much of a goody two shoes. It made me sick. The next thing I knew, this boring ass class was continuing.

Ryuku's POV
I sighed as I sat at a desk near the center of the class. I deliberately chose a spot here so I could the biggest field of view of everybody's writing styles. You never know when you'll need to forge somebody's writing style. You may not expect it from someone like me but I'm quite adept at writing. Even now, I was zoned out of the boring lecture the teacher was giving but my fingers were still writing down every meaningless word she was saying into the notebook in front of me. Before long the bell rang.

"Ryuku, could you stay a bi-"

I was already out the door. Fuck that shit. I'm only here to just get through school mentally sane, not to chat with teachers.

Umeji's POV
"Ryuku, could you stay a bit please?

The teacher's voice woke me up from my half dozed state. It was so goddamn boring! I almost felt bad for the new kid since he had to stay and talk to this boring fuck... Until I noticed he wasn't even there. I heard Gitika sigh.

"Sorry Miss, I'll fetch him later..."

I take it back, the new kid seems to know exactly what he's doing.

Ryuku's POV
I knew I should probably learn to talk to people more, but I can't really do it. People tend to be so damn stupid but that's not my fault. Lunch proved that to me when an annoying ass green haired girl started harrasing me and wouldn't shut up even when I clearly growled at her. Some people need to learn how to SHUT THE FUCK UP. The rest of the day was a typical school day. Boring and uneventful.

I sighed sitting at home. What was the point of moving if the same uneventful days were going to fly by?

Little did I know what I would go through in the next few weeks.