The Male Student (A Honkai Impact 3rd Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Dorm Mates

"Dad, where are we going?"

"Someplace safe. Where those Honkai can't get us."

"SIR, LOOK OUT!!"

"MAX, GO!!! HURRY!!"

The boy opened his eyes wide, before blinking and then squinting, due to the light source above him. The boy soon looked away to his left, only to be greeted by a white wall. He could almost imagine it saying 'Hello there'.

It was at this point the boy knew he wasn't in some kind of hospital.

Sitting up quickly, with panic spreading throughout his body, he looked around where he was.

He was in a room with completely white walls, with a wardrobe in front of the bed he was on. At his left was the wall that greeted him when he turned, and when he turned right, he saw that there was his three bags beside a wooden looking desk, with the chair being an office chair with wheels. There was also a white window curtain near above the desk, with the afternoon sun bathing the desk with its light and heat. Hopping off of the bed, he then saw a mirror beside the wardrobe and just right beside it, a white door that leads out of the room, its hinges being at the right side of the doorway.

'This isn't an infirmary,' he thought, before looking at himself. He still wore his formal outfit, but there were creases all over him, causing him to frown.

It may have been his fault to have wore the outfit, but it still saddened him that there were creases in his clothes.

Taking more looks of himself, where he inexplicably took his shirt and vest off and stood in front of the mirror, revealing his surprisingly well-built body, he found out that there were several bruises on it. One on his shoulder, which he knew was from the bullet Kiana shot, a few at his back, likely due to the down kick of that giant paw, and also a few at his chest, likely again due to the punch of the giant paw.

'She really put a score on me,' he thought, before the door suddenly opened.

"I'm just checking on him to see if he's awake, don't worry Kia--" a girl was looking behind her before turning to look at the half naked boy. She had dark purple hair and light purple eyes while wearing a dark blue crop top and blue shorts.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before the boy covered his chest with his vest with his face red from embarrassment, causing the girl to immediately yelp, with her whole face red as well before she slammed the door close. There were voices outside, muffled by the door.

'Oh dear. I do not like this at all. . .' the boy thought, sweat dropping as he wore his gray shirt with his blush fading, just as a few knocks were heard.

"Are. . . Are you done?" She asked.

". . . . ." The boy grabbed the mechanical pencil and a small empty notebook in the small shoulder bag before opening the door, surprising the girl. The boy was taller than the purple haired, being just a head taller.

"A-Ah! So you are!" The girl shyly said out. The boy smiled softly as a result before he wrote down on the notebook, which made her curious. After a few seconds, the boy then showed her what he wrote.

'Where am I?' It said in written English. He understood the language the girl said, but he was unable to actually write down the letters. Despite understanding English, the purple haired girl was baffled.

"You don't talk much?" She asked in English. The boy wrote his reply.

'I cannot even let out a sound.
Also you can talk in your own language. I understand it.'