This fic is discontinued
Yoite looked around the lunchroom, clutching his empty lunch tray securely. He was standing idly in front of the tables, looking for one that was totally secluded and inconspicuous…but that's just it, not many tables were too enthusiastic at letting the "Angel of Death" sit with them. He was always judged at every high school his moved on to, always, like he was some repellant; an outcast that didn't belong, and shouldn't belong.
So, he rather skip lunch period and read a book or two at the library, no problem...Today though proved to be a bother, he just moved in and was rather clueless as to where their library is located at, already he had to ask and talk to 2 people today because he was lost to where exactly his 1st period is.
Still gripping at the lunch tray as if it would fly away from his hands, Yoite decided on a table where only a couple of guys he recognized during last period sat at.
Feeling rather stagnant about the idea, Yoite finally took a step forward- "Well, it really doesn't matter considering he's not your type-*oomph*" A girl had just bumped into him, spilling her lunch tray's contents onto his black necktie uniform. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Here let me clean that for you!" The girl stopped conversing with her friends and was taking out a clean napkin from her backpack.
Yoite was motionless, the orange juice dripped and slithered its way down to his black pants, and he didn't know how to react anyway at such situation, so he remained frozen in his position, and let the girl meticulously fuss over his drenched uniform. Either way he wouldn't have cared if the girl had just continued walking past him and continued on with her life, letting Yoite deal with his own…but here she was, blowing at his pants to dry up, her cheeks flushed at the exertion of air, whilst dabbing at his leg awkwardly with the napkin.
"*HUFF* *HUFF* I'm really, really sorry!" The girl clumsily babbled, "Hey guys you continue on without me! Just reserve me a sit 'k?" She turned to wave off her concerned friends, whom was obviously worried about Yoite's nonexistent and unaffected reactions.
"Its fine" Yoite muttered below a whisper, "you can stop cleaning up after me…I'm fine"
Hearing Yoite speak hastened the girl's friends to move along; he just didn't seem to be the type to speak with.
"Almost dry…" The girl replied instead.
Yoite flinched when she continued down his shoes; buffing it spotless…she probably didn't hear him, or just probably chose to ignore him. By now, people were giving them curious stares, some giggling at the stubborn chick and some eyeing Yoite incredulously, having missed the "new emo kid."
"There! All done! My name's Raimei by the way, nice meeting you-…" Raimei dropped her sentence intentionally for Yoite to supposedly fill in his name.
"Yoite" And with that dilemma fixed, Yoite briskly paced the rest of the way to the table he'd been planning to sit on, "oh, and…thanks." Yoite mumbled, giving a slight backwards glance to Raimei.
She smiled, and Yoite's heart immediately began to wrench achingly; it was the first smile he'd receive ever since his parents died…and he obviously didn't know how to respond back to her, or thank her again...