"Hyouga! Yukimura Hyouga, if you don't wake up soon, you'll make the two of us late!" a booming voice echoed from the 16 year old's doorway, waking the already grumpy boy from his sleep, and walked down the hallway and leaving the door open.
Morning had come, and much too soon for a certain indigo haired teen who was sprawled in bed and deciding whether to sleep in or not.
Not wanting to anger his father , he forced his body to sit up and place his feet on the floor, dragging them across the carpet to prepare himself for the first day at his new school.
As the young boy readies himself , the feeling of disappointment grew in him. It felt as if each summer break that passed each year ended sooner than the last. It was the only time of the year he could be alone all day practicing to his heart's content after all, or at least not forced to play with others who couldn't even match his level of dedication or skill.
But it's the only way I can ever reach my way up to the professional levels, the boy thought to himself with a sigh, and slips on the brand new uniform, dark grey all over decorated with three silvery buttons and a small snowflake sewed onto the right sleeve of the shirt symbolizing the new school he would be attending, Hakuren college.
Breakfast not seeming very appetizing for him at the moment, Yukimura grabs his plain, black schoolbag and heads out the door, but not before lingering at the doorway, yelling out, to his father.
"I'll be in the car! Don't keep me waiting long," he added, a slight attitude to his voice, and not a very kind one.
Placing himself into the passenger's seat, he was glad that his father didn't take long to follow behind him, one hand holding a thermos of what was most likely black coffee while the other opening the driver's side of the car and hastily seating himself.
The man placed the thermos into the cup holder and turned to the boy next to him, cracking a grin. "Well, at least you got up when I told you to," was the first words he greeted his son with before grabbing the keys from his hands and pushing it into the ignition and revving up the engine. The boy sighed out loudly, clearly annoyed.
"Yeah, but even if I had slept in, I still would have been able to get ready earlier than you," the younger shot back, irritated at the fact the man couldn't greet him properly, and shifted his gaze to the outside of the vehicle and grumpily attempted to enjoy the outdoor view.
His sight was filled with the powder white cold that adorned the entire city all year long. In fact, the bitter cold of Hokkaido being the main reason for it being well known throuhgout Japan,he had read in a brochure before moving here with his father. After his parents divorced, his father took custody of him and took up a new job in the area, forcing him to move away from his childhood home.
The serene sight of the quiet street and snowy paths slightly eased up his tense state and momentarily allowed him to brush away his other thoughts to give himself a chance to take in the wintery scene.
Ignoring the venom in the other's last bitter response, the father takes a bit before finally glancing at him and responding calmly, " I bet you could have, I suppose," and refocuses on steering the car properly.
An everlasting silence is shared between the two, one unsure whether to continue the conversation and the other hoping for the opposite, which was to the latter's immense relief when the car pulled up to the front gate, students brimming inside the school the yard.
Once the car stopped completely was it until the highschooler popped open the door and immediately jumped out at the first chance. Walking away, he gave a slight wave behind him without looking back and merged himself into the huge mass of bodies moving around to whatever place they intended to go at the moment.
Glancing around, he could recognize a handful of students that had been with him on the soccer team during soccer try out, but that was the extent of the people he recognized, the rest blurring out into new faces and figures walking past him without a second thought of his existence. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the cemented sidewalk.
You're not even worth the first thought, was his bitter instant reaction.
Before he could accidentely begin to make a scene, and on the first day of school too, he shakes his head and pushes forward, looking away from everyone else and paying attention to the ground he stepped on as a guide, the solid pavement shifting into smooth, navy blue tiles, indicating that he'd entered the worndown establishment.
Only as a way to reward himself for making it so far, Yukimura lifts his head to scan the inside of the building.
Nothing had changed much from the summer, which wasn't very surprising, although he couldn't suppress feeling a bit let down as he had expected something special for the first day of school.
The walls remained the same shade of pale blue, the trophy case placed smack dab of the lobby where all main hallways lead to. Neon flyers mentioning different clubs to sign up for were lazily taped onto any available wall space.
In the middle of his moment, a strange hand placed itself onto his shoulder, the sudden contact making him jump slightly.
"O-Oh, I didn't mean to startle you! But," the voice paused, as if unsure to continue.
Yukimura, confused at the other's words, turns to face the source of the voice and taken aback to be met with a tall young lady. She seemed slightly worried, but mostly sleep deprived, the way her eyebrows knitted together over her baggy eyes jerked an instant wave of pity crash down inside his mind at the sight of poor being.
She could use a good nap and a few days off, the random thought popped into him.
She seemed nervous as well, tapping the pen in her left hand onto the clipboard which occupied the right. The lady must have other work to attend to, she hastily continues her original words.
" Ah, yes, aren't you Yukimura Hyouga? You need to visit the at the moment, sweetie," she breathes out, giving a half smile to the younger boy.
Confused, he opened his mouth to ask for clarification as to the reason why, the young woman runs off down the eastern wing to complete her other tasks, pen continuing to hit against the clipboard as it soon fades away under the numerous conversations belonging to the teenagers roaming the halls.
As he made his way down to the office, all that occupied his mind was of the reason as to why he was being forced (not really) to go down there before the school year had even officially began. It was impossible for him to be in trouble, the realization helping him ease up his nerves, if only a bit. Even if it wasn't a serious matter, the principal himself was the true reason he had gotten on edge. The man, from what he had heard from the others, was well-known for being intimidating , even when he was in a good mood.
Walking up to the front desk, the secretary seated there instantaneously took notice of the young indigo haired teen, typing the last of her sentence and giving off a wide grin as she greets him.
"Yukimura- chan, I'm so glad to see you here again! I hope the rest of your summer was well spent since we met," the lady began off cheerfully, and shocking him with the fact she had recalled his name after the little interaction he had with her from the summer during soccer team tryouts.
"E-eh yes, it was pretty enjoyable," he muttered out, not knowing how to respond as joyful, hastily shifting into the next topic. "I was called down here, if you know could you tell me? please," he added politely, as a second thought.
"I almost forgot, I didn't mean to dawdle like that. Give me a small moment and I'll ...," trailing off, she excused herself before glancing around the mess that was atop the large cubicle desk until pausing at a certain area, eyes focused on a small square of paper stuck onto the edge and finally facing back to him.
" noted he needed to speak with you as soon as you arrived, which means ypu should head in there!" she exclaimed, her tone urging the new boy to follow her words .
Opening the door carefully as to not seem rude, he steps inside, the sight of a huge, burly man sitting upright in his chair is what he assumes to be the principal of Hakuren himself. Across from his desk were two chairs, another boy his age, it seemed, occupied the seat on his left.
Standing still in his spot, the man leaned forward and silently signalled the new student to the empty seat, which he picked up on and sat himself down. A small moment of silence filled the room, it was unbearable.
At the rate his heart was accelerating, he could've sworn he was going to faint at any moment having no idea what to do. Luckily, the mammoth of a man in front of him gave a huge cough into his hand, echoing throughout the tiny office room and began to speak.
" So you're the new student, isn't that right? Well, nice to meet you, Yukimura," he said, smiling through his small welcome. Yukimura gave a small laugh to lighten his own mood, although all that came out was a pathetic hoarse chuckle alongside his response.
"I-i, it's an honour to be in this honourable school!" he stammered out, gripping his schoolbag tightly in his lap.
A small laugh peeped out from next to him, earning it a small glance from the corner of his eye and a look from the principal. "Fubuki-kun, do you have anything to say?" he said, questioning his behaviour.
The other boy sobered up and gave a polite smile to the huge man. " Nothing, really, I just thought of something," he said, answering with all innocence, his large grey green eyes supporting the notion.
Getting a good look at the other boy, he recognized him from the summer, dribbling alongside him. Why was here, of all people? And from the way he acted, he couldn't honestly imagine themselves being close anytime soon.
Returning his attention to Yukiumura, the principal returns to the main conversation. "Well, Fubuki will show you around the school before you two head to first period, as i assume you don't know know your way around yet, and it's easier to get lost in this school than it is through a blizzard," he said, laughing at his own joke, leaning back into the desk chair and grinning widely. Despite his own unamusement, the new boy smiles nervously as not to come off as rude, giving a few awkward "hahas" before fading back into awkward silence.
Straightening back up in his seat, the principal moves his hand in the air as if he were waving something away, and looks torwards the silver haired boy across from him, a serious tone to his voice.
"Fubuki, make sure this boy reaches his classes on time, or you'll be the one sent down instead. Understood?" he orders, staring him dead in the eyes. With that look, even indirectly, Yukimura himself felt intimidated by the stern, tough aura he gave off. To the other schoolboy, it would seem he wasn't affected by it at all, returning the burly man with a pleasant gaze.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely make sure to do so, sir, " he answered calmly, beaming at him with a gentle smile as he gets out of his seat and walks towards the door, and stood by it waiting for the other boy to do the same. Without hesistation, he follows behind the him, eager to leave the cramped room as quickly as possible.
Heading out of the main office, the two finally head out and tour the school together a before first hour began for them.
Author's Note: I was going to make this chapter end on a cliffhanger, but I hate those, especially when a fic is still ongoing! Also yes, Fubuki laughed at him for saying honourable twice. xD Anyway, we met Fubuki in this chapter! Yayy!
In future, I hope I don't let the new chapters drag on as long, I'm bad at getting to the point haha.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thanks for reading and reviews are much appreciated! See you next update ^v^