Regularly Irregular

CHAPTER 1 - The Return of Kakyoin

You stood in front of your locker, staring at the image of you and your best friend. Your lips were pressed into a fine line; this was your last year in high school and still the chipper red head had not returned. He told you he was going on vacation for a bit, and he hoped to be back within a month or two. At first, you two kept steady contact with each other.

You would tell him about the boys who whistled at you during gym, or how your math teacher seemed oblivious to the lipstick marks on the collar of his shirt. He would offer you a lengthy response on how he was doing, though some of is explanations were quite vague. Over time though, his responses became less and less detailed; shorter and shorter until he stopped responding all together.

You were worried about him, but did your best to keep on with your days as you normally would: scowling at anyone that annoyed you and fighting off boys that insisted on getting your number. You got into more fights than usual, as Kakyoin was no longer around to keep your anger at bay.

He was really the only reason you ever tolerated anybody at your school to begin with. Whenever you looked into his deep purple eyes, a wave of calm would wash over you. He was the only person whose company you truly enjoyed. You often sported an empty and far off look on your face, but whenever you were around Kakyoin your personality would brighten by ten fold. He quickly grew to be someone you thought you could rely on, getting somewhat aggravated whenever you saw him chatting with other girls in your later years (though you would never admit that to him).

You had countless photos of the two of you together, which made sense considering you somehow managed to always be in the same class since grade school. The one you kept in your locker though, held a stronger sense of sentimental value than any other one. It was from your first year of high school, the entrance ceremony to be exact. You were supposed to walk to the school together, but both of you somehow managed to be late. You didn't see one another until after the actual ceremony was over.

Kakyoin had spotted you leaning against one of the large trees in the courtyard, the blossoms from the cherry trees cascading down around you in such a way it made it seem as though you were in a movie. He snuck up on you, quickly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and throwing up a peace sign as he snapped a photo of you two without warning. 

Even though you saw the photo as not-so-flattering, (mainly because you had a heavy layer of blush on your cheeks and your mouth in an 'O' shape from your best friend's surprise attack) the memory behind it always seemed to warm your heart. You looked at it every time you opened your locker, allowing a soft smile to grace your lips for a split second as you wondered just when Kakyoin would return from whatever vacation he went on. 

You hoped he would've been back in time for the start of your last year together, but after getting no response to your 'are you coming back yet?'  text, as well as not seeing him at his locker when you walked in you assumed he was still out of country. You sighed to yourself, glancing at the picture one last time before shutting your locker and getting ready to go to homeroom.

You made sure to wear the same cold look you usually did, hoping for once it would actually keep people away like it was meant to. It could only do so much since boys still passed you love letters and pieces of paper with their numbers scribbled on as they passed you in the halls. Each time someone approached you, your brows would furrow more and more, not understanding what it would take for these guys to understand you had no interest in them.

None of them could even begin  to compare with Kakyoin.

You finally snapped when someone rushed past you, pushing you aside with their body as if you didn't even exsist.

"Watch where you're going you dumbass!" you barked, but the person who ran past you didn't even spare a second glance.

Although you never looked for attention, you were shocked when you got no response. Your eyes trailed the person who had bumped into you, realizing it was a girl. She was running to catch up with a hoard of other girls who all seemed to be acting the same way: oblivious to everything except whatever they had their focus on.