Absent Student | KomaHina

Chapter 1

a/n: Hello~ It's my 3rd komahina story here, I hope you'll enjoy it! I've been posting it on ao3 already but now I finally decided to post it here as well :3 

The story is basically a slight drama with fluff and lots of (hopefully) nice mysteries which may seem obvious, but I hope they will at least be somewhat interesting.

I'll be posting chapters weekly or sooner when I feel like it! If you like the chapter, I'll appreciate any kind of opinion! <3 

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Today will be my first day at the new school. My father had got a better job offer, so we had to move out to an other city. Most of people would be sad and upset about leaving their schools in the middle of a school year, but it was not like this in my case. At my previous school I haven't made a single friend, god not to mention that I hardly even opened my mouth and involved myself in any decent conversation either with my classmates and teachers. At some point, I might've even wanted to change that, but I realized all of that too fucking late and everyone has been ignoring my existence by then. I couldn't blame them though; I was too focused on learning, getting good marks and doing what my parents wanted me to do.

But now everything is going to change. Haha, I feel that even I can have a new fresh start. I want to spend time with my new classmates, talk a lot with them, laugh at stupid things just like every average kid does. Besides me that is.

I don't give a shit about my parents' opinion anymore. I'm going to have the best year of my whole fucking life with the people behind that damn door! I said to myself in my thoughts while fixing my freshly bought green tie. I used to not care about the way I looked, but.. I wanted to look decent. I wanted to come off as a nice-looking, kind type of guy- despite being the exact opposite of it.

I slowly opened the door and a warm breeze blew at me. It smelled nice and sweet, like fresh petals of blossoming cherry tree. It was a scent which I totally loved and it alone has already made the day for me. I stepped into the classroom and wandered with my gaze through the faces of my new classmates. I tried to flicker my eyes from one to another to not seem as a creep nor interested in any specific one of them. Their faces gave off a warm feeling, they must've been nice and interesting people. I was glad to find myself in a class full of people who seemed to have their own, unique interests.

"Everyone! Please calm down, I want to introduce you someone.." tall and young looking teacher with a ginger hair pinned in a high ponytail smiled encouragingly at me. Her eyes had a light green tinge and I had a feeling that she was a person made for their profession just by looking into her kind eyes.

"M-my name is Hajime Hinata. Nice to meet you." I stuttered, cursing myself in my thoughts for ruining my introduction while bowing before them.

"Oh!" shouted slightly in excitement girl with fair hair. The way she put her hand over her mouth and the widening of her eyes were both pretty comical. "Aren't you the son of that famous doctor Mr. Hinata?" she asked with a clear hint of curiosity. "He's like a VIP! They even talked about him in TV!" she was almost shouting it. I couldn't believe there still were some teenagers watching that fucking crap in television. "I can't believe that I have this honor to see the son of such a great Japanese doctor! I think.." she stood up. Her eyes were indicating strong admiration she felt towards my father. "th-that he's a real hero! No one in Japan has saved as many lives as he did!" our teacher cut her speech by pleading her with her eyes to sit down and get rid of unnecessary excitement, which could make me feel uneasy.

"Yeah.. I guess I am, haha." I brushed awkwardly my fingers through my dark, spiky hair feeling depressed after imagining my father's judging, sullen face in my head. I shivered. All the bad memories did a thing to me. I shook my head not wanting to waste any further time for that asshole. Yeah. Fucking asshole. "Even so, don't expect anything extraordinary from me.. I'm just a plain student, I'm not anything like my father." I said firmly while sighing. I had hoped they wouldn't find out about my blood connection with that person. I didn't want to be compared to him. I didn't want to hear any fucking word about-

"You're so cool!" shouted a girl with a lot of piercing on her face. Too much for my taste. Her sudden shout almost made me startled. I wondered who shouts so loudly for no reason or whatsoever?

"I hope you all will get along well with him." she looked a pink haired girl in a green hoodie that was pressing intensely her console's buttons. She had a short cream skirt and a pink ribbon, which was in the very same shade of pink as her intensely pink eyes, tied around the collar of her white shirt. She looked really cute. "I hope you'll show him around our school." a long silence followed her words. "Nanami-san, are you even listening?" she frowned. Albeit she seemed kind of mad, judging only by the fact that her arms found their way over her chest crossing with each other, she still came off as nice. I guessed the girl, who went by a name 'Nanami', was more interested in her games than the things which were taking place around her and the teacher has already gotten used to it.

"Yes, Yukizome-sensei." she said while still looking at her console's screen. It made that well known 'game over' sound and she seemed irritated when her eyes laid on me lazily. She was almost scowling. "Why have I agreed to become a class president..?" she muttered to herself as she looked back at her device probably starting her game over.

"You can sit next to that empty desk in the back of the classroom." She said while pointing at it. I led my eyes to the direction she had pointed out. "Now.. let's resume our homeroom." she said while smiling sincerely. She must've loved being a teacher.

I sat at the desk next to the window and took a thin note out of my bag. Since I didn't know where to lay my eyes I eventually rested my gaze at the empty desk next to me. Why is it empty in the first place? I was very curious, honestly. In most of the Japanese schools, the amount of desks is proportional to the number of students but on the other hand.. there was a spare desk for me, so I could be mistaken. But even after taking it into my consideration, I engaged myself in creating some interesting theories about the occurrence.

Totally pushing away the boring explanation of it.

Is his person absent because of an illness of some sort? Or.. maybe he or she is some kind of a delinquent? I guess I'll just ask someone later to fill me in. I don't like being the only unaware one. Others must know at least something about that person, like.. they are probably even friends with them, so it'd even seem right if I asked about it.

And so my first classes passed really quick. I packed my notes and headed back to my house. I wished I could stay at school though.. I hated being at home. Not that I hated the place itself, for instance, my room was rather nice and comfy although I had in it only necessary things—my parents believed that having too many things in my room would only deconcentrate me from studying—but it was all my parents' fault. They weren't just strict with me, take my word for it.