little birdie.

FOLLOWER

The sun peaks through puffy clouds that form a variety of peculiar shapes, glowing a bright orange and dying the sky pinks and yellows. The clouds are blue with sleep, Shi watches as the man in front of her walks, her form closely following behind him.

Watching him with pale, ghostly eyes and an unmotivated blank face. Studying every little detail of his appearance.

His pitch-black hair is long and slightly oily, it reaches just past his shoulders, his coal eyes are red-rimmed, they are irritated, and sunken into his head. Sleep deprivation is lulling at him as the wind whispers songs into his deaf ears. He murmurs hateful words at the nothing that seems to torment him. Rubbing at the dark under his eyes, as if it were makeup, as if it were to disappear and he would suddenly be well rested.

Aizawa Shota has an aura that constantly screams "Go Away." unfortunately for him, that interested Shi Karito, and as she walked— well floated behind him she took notice of the little kinks he had. Little habits he constantly shows, like the way he grumbled when he is wallowed in thought, the way he constantly clenched his fist, the one holding his yellow sleeping bag. The way his eyes darted around him, as if something were to attack.

He walks at a steady pace, feet tumbling on concrete blocks that cut the streets into broken portions.

Then, suddenly, he stopped and she went right through him. Her translucent form floating foreward as if nothing were there, as if she was an unstop force and no immovable object has come to existence.

He shivers as a chill goes up his spine. His head spins and his hands become blurred before him.

"Whoever you are, can you stop following me." He grumbled loudly, scratching his stubble before continuing to his class, the first day of a new year. A whole year of teaching. He can already feel the sleepiness overtaking him. The blurred streets don't help.

A groan flits through his throat when his phone rings.

His head is beginning to ache. He sighs, what did he do to deserve this?

He pulls it out of his pocket, the small, black, flipphone now by his ear. It crackles and static rings in his head, echoing around before the person on the other end decided to speak up, very loudly.

"Hey! What's up!"

"What do you want, Hizashi?"

Although she can't hear the words completely, Shi can make out something like "C'mon don't be cranky Shota!" And now she knows his name. It seems to come up in conversation a lot, the person on the other line repeats itself over and over.

Shota, Shota, Shota, Shota, Shota.

Shota, what a pretty name. She tests it on her own lips, "Shota."

Her voice is silent. As if a coo from a mother to a newborn baby, it's delicate and gentle.

She hopes he will turn around, that he will see her, that he will talk to her.

He doesn't. The word phase through him as if they were dead themselves. The syllables come from mute lips and phase into nothing.

He can't hear her, his ears are busy with listening to his best friend shouting through his phone, Shi follows him into the large school. Her memories stop her, thoughts of her application being sent out. She made it in, but it's all fuzzy, Hell, she couldn't remember half of her classmates, only Shirakimo Oboro, he was her best friend, that was all her recollection describes. She can't remember what happened when she was alive all that well. Whenever she tries she only see's a sharp blade and red on her hands.