Scurrying through the halls with my head lowered was a common routine by now. Acting as small as possible so that maybe no one will take a second glance at me was always my logic. So being 5'6, made it relatively easy for me to do, especially with all the freakishly tall individuals in my school.
With that thought I look up and lock eyes with an infamous giant himself, his emerald green eyes narrow slightly, "Tree..", I hiss silently in my head, shifting my eyes back down at the floor and naturally speeds up as soon as I pass by the individual himself, feeling his eyes still glued onto me while his deep and raspy voice seeps out like honey, continuing his conversation with a small group that was constantly stuck up his ass.
Hurrying down the hall, I proceed bobbing and weaving through the walls of people crowding the hall. Finally reaching the correct place, I swiftly duck into the room, hurrying over to my seat silently while the cold feeling of the seat makes my body tremble slightly. Beginning to pull the classes materials out of my bag, the bell sounds loudly in the speakers signifying the start of another class.
Leaning back against the seat, my eyes become glued to the middle aged women speaking in the center of the room as she does attendance, mumbling off names I've heard thousands of times before.
Eventually she yells out, "Kaito Nakagawa?", making me slightly jump, I smoothly raise my hand, saying out in a shaky voice, "H-Here--", at that exact moment 3 broody guys stumble into the room, laughing and joking loudly among themselves until they snap at attention from the teacher clearing her voice loudly, "Gentlemen, you're late. Just because this is your last year here doesnt mean y'all can slack off. Now get to your seats.", my eyes examine each guy as they mumble out complaints and make their way to their seats.
Slowly dragging my eyes up the last person, I here the teacher say, "Now then-- Kasumi Muto??", finally reaching the face of the individual, I notice his green eyes framed by platinum silver hair, staring directly back into mine, while a smirk tucks at his lips, slightly yelling out, "Here.~"
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Questionable Kindness.
Romance17 year old, Kai, finds himself struggling with family matters, school life and his love life on his last year of school. Juggling all these can be stressful for someone who would usually try to avoid the limelight. With little social skills, how wi...
