How interesting, and quite the shocker too. I mean, you never expected it and no one else did. Not even Nekoma.
You were not much of a social being, you were probably awkward with first talks or even intros. That was fair. Right? Many people are like that. But you were a transfer to the new High school you were headed. That’s scary.
An (hobby name. Ex: artist) like yourself surely, you had better things to do other than socialize completely. Maybe that could change. It didn’t change you. But it changed…Someone.
You were in your late first days in your Highschool and you were in a hurry to speed up to a class more important that your hobby. But like often, distracted with small things of your own till your shoulder collided with another and you almost trip. The person you bumped into being distracted like yourself. The person had black to yellowish-hair. With dull gold eyes. He seemed tired but didn’t bother to turn till you spoke.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to. I was in a rush to my class. You okay?”
The boy didn’t turn until he decided it was polite enough to do so. He looked a bit. Out of it. Or mostly that was the look.
? : “*It’s nothing. Really-“
“Alright good, thanks. I need to go.”
As quickly as you walked, you just rapidly left. Your mind only thinking that as long as the boy wasn’t harmed, it was allll good.
5 days into the school year and you were walking around the place like it was any ordinary place you frequently walk around. Not realizing you were coming up across a type of gym class or so. The place had a volleyball net in the middle with the room hugely figured, the atmosphere was tensed a bit. Especially for you when you heard loud sounds of a hand serving the ball on the other side of the net to touch the opposite court.
? : “Cmon Kenma! She’s right here!
?? : “I don’t want to, take me back!-”
You turn to see the boy you had bumped into 5 days ago being dragged forward by a tall man with black hair. This was odd, it almost made you question this.