Komahina; Over and Over

Chapter 3

I wasn't late to class, which was good. Though I had a hard time focusing, and paying attention to everything that was going on. All I could think about was Hajime, how he wanted me to sit with him at lunch, wondering what we would talk about. We never really spoke for longer than a few minutes, and the lunch period was almost forty five minutes, what if I run out of topics? Or start talking about myself? Maybe I can just ask him questions, and yeah, Chiaki will be there- so maybe this will be easy. Though part of me dreaded the thought of her being there, I had to admit I was jealous of her. She could talk to Hajime so easily, and he always seemed so happy around her. Maybe though, things would change.. Maybe he'll start acting that way towards me, and I won't need to get jealous. Maybe, even, he'll start showing even more interest in me. Ah, I guess I shouldn't get ahead of myself, it would take a lot of work and me not messing things up for that to happen.

Before I knew it, the bell had rung and the room was silent again, though I hardly heard it. I only stirred when Mikan tapped her hand on my desk. "A-Ah, Nagito? I'm sorry b-but, the bell rung a few minutes ago... y-you don't wanna be ah... l-late to class again-! Oh! I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't try to um- t-tell you... what to do... ah..." She stuttered out as I blinked at her, visibly shaking like she often was. I tilted my head, and gave her a smile, before I stood up. "It's alright, Mikan. You don't have to apologize to such a worthless waste of talent such as myself. Thank you, for telling me. I appreciate it." I grabbed my stuff, putting it into my bag before strolling towards the door. "A-Ah, you're not-" She started, but I was out of the room before I heard her finish. I like Mikan, she's much too kind to me, for no reason really. Maybe it's because she's a pushover and feels if she's not nice to me, she'll get backlash, maybe that's why she apologizes so much. I wouldn't say we're friends, I don't think she genuinely cares for me, though, does anyone really? I mean- maybe, she does, after all she takes time out of her day to be kind to me, when really she could just avoid me. I think if it weren't for Hajime, I would of probably developed some sort of feelings for her. 

I headed to my next class, trying to settle my mind so I could actually focus. I swear, Hajime is going to make me fail just by existing, I can never stop thinking about him. The class was boring, so my mind kept wandering back to him, back to this morning when he was mere inches from my face as he so sweetly cleaned and bandaged the scrape on my cheek. How did someone like me, deserve to know someone like him? I felt truly lucky to know him, truly lucky that he even acknowledged my existence. I never thought I could feel this way towards a simple Reserve Course student but here I am, pining over him like some lovesick child. I guess he was an exception, how does someone like him have no talent anyway? He's just... perfect. I'm sure though, if he was an Ultimate he'd never speak to me, or even look at me, my talent was bottom barrel quality, I didn't even consider it one sometimes. I'm really just a lowly worthless Ultimate, aren't I? I looked around the classroom, as I took notes, doodling Hajime's hair on the corner of my notebook paper.

I wasn't really good at art, but I've been practicing since I was little, and I'm lucky that some of my drawings look half decent. Maybe I could draw something for Hajime? No, I'm sure he'd hate it. I'm only good at some animals, and flowers, I've gotten really good at drawing clovers- but only because I draw them so much. I'm not good at people, not at all, but hair sometimes looks alright, even though I can never match it to a decent drawing of a person. I kept taking notes, sighing loudly as the teacher kept lecturing about organisms. Boring. I wasn't much for this type of science, I rarely paid attention, though I always aced my tests because I was lucky. Who needs to learn when you have luck? The only science I like is Chemistry, honestly. Mostly when we do experiments though. I was a bit surprised when the bell rang, not realizing class was so close to being over, I supposed I was really distracted. Though I did hear it this time, gathering my stuff and leaving the room. I had one more, rather short class before lunch period, which was my art class. I had three short art classes today, thirty minutes each, they were one of my favorite classes.