Drifting
This is what you get when you combine stress about college and the song 完全感覚 Dreamer (Kanzenkankaku Dreamer, by ONE OK ROCK). -Rin
Niou Masaharu, Rikkai's famed Trickster, had always seemed immune to the worries that plagued the average student. He would "forget" his homework and laugh about it, or fail a test and brag about having the worst grade in the class. He never talked about any plans for the future. Even now that they were in high school, and everyone was choosing colleges and careers, Niou would just shrug it off when asked.
The truth was that he didn't have any plans to tell them about. He didn't know what he wanted to do for a living, or what school he wanted to go to. And honestly, that was starting to bother him a little. Everyone else was working towards a goal, and he was only drifting aimlessly.
He would stand on the second floor of his school and watch the people below rushing to class like ants. When the last of them had scurried into a classroom and the bell rang, he would stroll leisurely into class late with his usual smirk playing on his lips to hide what he really felt.
His doubles partner and best friend, Yagyuu Hiroshi, knew what he wanted from life. He was going to be a doctor, like his father. Niou knew enough about Yagyuu's studies from impersonating him so often to know that he didn't want to do that. Unfortunately, that was about all he knew.
Sometimes Niou would go sit on the roof to think. It was quiet, and the few people who knew where he was knew not to bother him. The cool air and the height helped clear his head.
He did the same thing on the day his older sister dragged him to work with her to show him around in the hope that he'd like...whatever it was she did. He'd found her job too dull to even consider, and went straight into the elevator and jabbed the button for the top floor.
When he reached the roof, he'd found a briefcase some businessman had left behind. Niou snorted at the thought. They were more like busy-ness men, weren't they? He knew he didn't want that life. He flicked open the briefcase and pawed through the papers inside. Nothing remotely interesting.
He walked to the edge of the roof and stepped up onto the ledge, looking down. Everything below seemed so insignificant. He turned and held his arms out, walking the ledge like a tightrope. The building was twenty stories high; he knew it was crazy, but he wasn't in the mood for playing it safe.
When he'd walked the length of one side of the building he jumped down onto the roof. Niou wandered around the rooftop, kicking at pebbles, until he was back to the briefcase. He took a sheet of paper from it and made a plane.
The sun was starting to set, giving everything an orange-y glow, and as Niou's little plane left his hand, he wondered if maybe not deciding didn't mean he didn't have a path to follow. The plane made it past the trees and kept gliding, and Niou decided that not tying himself down to one choice meant his options were limitless. He could do anything he wanted to.