Why am I doing this again?
Only now did I realize that moving to another apartment and school was too much to do in one day. Resulting in my current situation.
A mess. 'I should've bought a bike yesterday.' I sigh. 'Welp, no time to regret that now.' I kept running for another five minutes until I came to face a huge building.
NEKOMA. I could feel myself smiling from ear to ear as I stood there. I could also feel some gazes on me. Suddenly becoming self-conscious, I pat my (h/c) hair a few times and wipe my face with my shoulder. I can't believe I persuaded myself to do this. No backing down now.
Right on time. The bell rang, halting everyone's whispers and talking, and started to scurry their way to class. One of those people was me. Butterflies started to swarm my stomach as I walked further into the corridors. Some people turned in my direction with expressions I couldn't quite read. That reminds me, I still down know where my class is. I swallow the lump in my throat, debating if I should ask someone or find the room myself. I look down on my schedule reading the same words again and again.
'Class 3. Class 3. Class 3. Class -'
My thoughts came to a stop when I could hear a few voices fading in. Right, maybe I should ask them! My hopes died down when I saw a group of tall guys walk into my sight. I let out a small squeak, feeling completely tiny as they came closer. 'They're tall.' I thought to myself. Building up my confidence I walk up to them and took a deep breath.
"E-Excuse me?" None of them seemed to notice my call...
"Excuse me?" I say once again, this time a little louder. One of them looked down at me and quirked his brow. He seemed familiar. Most of his black hair was standing while a portion of it covered his forehead. The other guys seemed to notice as well. One with light gray hair and bright green eyes, and the other one with short brown hair and light brown eyes.
"Do you know where the second year, Class-3 is?" They only kept on staring at me with a blank expression, until the one with the weird hair spoke.
"Oya? A transfer student? We haven't had one in a while now." I waited for an answer until the short-haired one spoke.
"Oh, you're in the same class as Kenma." I tilt my head towards his direction, recognizing the name.
"Y-you know Kozume-san?" The three of them looked at me with slightly shocked expressions. The weird-haired one looked at me with a strange glare.
"Are you perhaps.." He paused. "A stalker?" His remark took me by surprise, as well as the other two.
"Nonono, h-he's my friend," I assure him.
"Don't get flustered stalker-chan, I was only joking. So you're his friend, eh? How come I never heard of you?"
"O-oh! Um, we o-only met a year ago during a volleyball m-match. W-we only became friends when h-he saw that I also had an interest in playing games.." All of them had this 'o' look on their face while nodding simultaneously.
"S-so.." I start, Hoping they remembered my question. Since I'm completely aware I was a stuttering mess, I hoped that I wouldn't have to talk as much.
"Class 3 right?" The brown-haired guy asked. I nod meekly.
"Just go down that hall and take a right. The third door you see is Class-3. You better hurry up, homeroom is almost starting." On cue, I took out my phone from my skirt pocket and glanced at the time. It was already 8:43 am.
'2 minutes left?!'
"Thank you!" Without another word, I sprint past them and start to run down the halls.
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Fanfiction(Y/n) starts her new life in Tokyo in an attempt to forget her.. eventful past. Keep socializing to a minimum and study. Basically, just be the complete opposite of what she was in the past. Those were her only goals. You wanted this year to pass a...
