Reaching for the Heart (Kiibouma)(DISCONTINUED)

Introductions, probably

T/W: Vomiting

"Are you alright?"

My now poor vision starts to go back to normal, and what I see in front of me is not what I expected.

Or wanted.

Nausea immediately hit me as I saw him in front of me. The boys' features are definitely not human. He's a pale white, with lines striking down his eyes till they meet his neck. I back up just a little, trying to get a better view of his body, which isn't even something that looks remotely like skin. It's more of a bulky, rock hard metal which just makes me feel even sicker.

I can't hear my own thoughts as my arm burns and the alarm in my head continues. My clock is fading away.

This thing is my soulmate?!

Oh God, I'm going to vomit.

I push myself off the wall as fast as I can, pivoting to the right and sprinting to the nearest bathroom. My body leans forward from the sudden change in speed, and I scramble to not fall over, sighing in relief when I make it in the bathroom. Even if that doesn't mean I'll actually make it to the toilet. I struggle to open the stall door for a moment. A grotesque burp escaping my mouth as the burning sensation of vomit hits my throat.

Once the door suddenly pushes open, I immediately fall to my knees, rushing to the toilet as I can feel the bile and the remainder of my short-lived breakfast get rejected from my stomach, eventually trailing up and ejecting from my mouth, barely landing into the bowl, luckily.

It's truly a disgusting sight to see. I wipe my mouth, cringing from the aftertaste. I flush, turning my head away and moving my hands to the wall, shakily standing up as my legs have become jelly from practically discarding my own stomach from my body. I turn back, still holding onto something for support as I make it to the sink, washing my hands and face, elbows on the counter. I wait a moment so the remaining nausea can escape my system. Thinking about having to face them again only makes it worse for a moment. I look at my arm and see a light mark that marks a specific time.

8:32. It's 8:37

I quickly tear my eyes away to stop that feeling, and I run out of the bathroom, heading my way to Homeroom, seeing the occasional lost student along the way.

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I took a deep breath before knocking on the locked door, my body tensing up slightly as I make my body go straight and stiff. My fists were clenched at my sides, and I looked at the window, waiting for the teacher.

After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal a tall woman with shiny pitch black hair in a ponytail. Her uniform was neat without any wrinkles like herself, and she had navy blue eyes. Her stance was tall, strict.

"S- sorry for being late." I stammered slightly, feeling my face go pink.

"It's alright, but please, try and refrain from doing things like this in the future." She smiled kindly. Even though her voice is stem just like her posture, it has a sweet, light-hearted feel to it. I can get used to this.

I nod in understanding, and slowly walk into the classroom, ears being infiltrated by multiple loud voices. How does the teacher not mind this? She taps on my shoulder and points to a seat, which is next to a dark blue haired boy and behind no one, just like the spot next to me. (But in-front of me there's actually a desk) Basically, I'm at the corner of the whole room.

I nod again, slowly and shyly making my way to my seat as I observe my surroundings. Everyone looks very diverse with only their hair, and even more with their outfits. I soon notice the one I bumped into earlier. He looks quite happy, as his body moves excitedly, showing off his arms and hands. Some strange things coming out of his weird, black fingers, like multiple small tools, which he smiles about as he shows off to an impressed classmate with goggles on her head. Some nod in understanding as others don't look so impressed, like these two girls with two tails, one looking disappointed and the other not even making a reaction. He seemed to ignore them and only kept his eyes on the girl.