Day 1, period 7.
KIRISHIMA POV
The hallways are crowded, and the only way to survive is to push your way through. I've passed about a million rooms. How do people navigate their way through this place? I glance at my map and then at the room numbers.
210
211
213
Finally, I made it to 214. My first band class of freshman year. The room wasn't very full, but everyone was chatting in a group. My heart began to pump faster thinking about having to make small talk with strangers. I slowly start to walk towards a group. Left foot, right foot, left, right... I stop. My heart won't calm down. I see my hands beginning to shake. Quickly, I start back peddling but found myself running into something. I turned around and found myself staring straight into piercing red eyes.
"Sorry! I wasn't paying attention." I said, trying to make up for clumsiness. The red-eyed person was a tall ashen blonde. His face looked menacing, and his added narrow eyes only made that feature more alarming. He said nothing. We stood there in silence for a while, or what felt like a while. Soon, he swiftly moved around me ignoring what had happened. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hey! I was wondering when you'd show up!" A voice from behind spoke. I felt two hands grab my shoulders and spin me around. I faced a familiar pink hair, pink-faced girl. Mina! I suddenly felt relaxed and could slow my heart rate. Mina went to the same middle school as me. I guess I would call us friends, but we didn't spend a ton of time together.
"Hi," I replied, feeling a bit shy.
"What do you think of these uniforms?"
"They're okay. It's a pretty strict code. I wish we could wear normal clothes like we did last year."
"At least we don't have to pick an outfit for each day!"
I noticed someone just behind Mina. It was another blonde guy, but his hair had a black stripe through it. It reminds me of a lightning bolt. He had a grin on his face which put off a friendly aura. I saw he was looking at me. He raised a thumbs up towards me and laughed a little.
"Kirishima, this is Kaminari Denki. He's a percussionist like you." Mina said shoving Kaminari in front of her.
"Sup! You're Kirishima Eijiro, right?" Kaminari said, stepping a little closer to me.
"Yeah. How did you know my name?"
"There's something called a band list. It has everyone's names and instruments." He said, pointing to something behind me, and covering his mouth trying to contain his laughter. I turned and saw a sheet of paper hanging on the wall; the band list. He and Mina both laughed behind me. I can't help but worry that I'm being bullied.
The bell rang and everyone rushes to an open seat. I look around for somewhere to sit, seeing Mina and Kaminari sitting together. Kaminari noticed I was looking and patted an empty seat next to him. I walked over putting my bag down next to the chair and sitting down. Kaminari flashed a smile towards me before looking to the front of the room. The teacher began to introduce himself.
"I am Aizawa Shota. I will be your band instructor for the semester." Mr. Aizawa announced with no sense of emotion in his voice. He was a tall man with long black hair. His eyes looked almost bloodshot and there bags underneath them. He did not look like someone who would play, let alone instruct, music. Above all, the aura he put out was much different from any teacher I've had so far today. It was serious, fierce while being calm at the same time.
About 5 minutes had passed, and I had already lost focus. I was looking around the room, searching for something, yet I don't know what. All of the students were paying attention and their eyes were focused on the front of the room. It feels like something is missing. I continue to look around the room remembering an event that happened not too long ago. The scary guy isn't in here. He walked in, so where did he go? Was he in the wrong room?
I was knocked out of my daze when Kaminari tapped my shoulder. He handed me a note. It had a question written on it.
What percussion instrument do you play?
I took out a pencil and began to write my response.
Tenor.
Nice, I play snare.
We continued like this for the rest of the class. He'd write one question and I'd respond, or I would write and he'd respond. I learned a lot about Kaminari that class.
The bells rang and I collected my things. Mina, Kaminari and I walked out together, splitting up before heading to eighth period. I began to feel anxiety again. I was alone again, and I had to go to Algebra which sucks. Only then did I realize how long of a day I was going to have.
I sit down in eighth period and look around the room. I don't recognize anyone, again. The room in pretty small. There's a couple of posters with math information on them and lots of whiteboards. I lay my head down on the desk waiting to hear the bell. I hear my name called and sat straight up. We had to introduce ourselves; the teacher wanted to now facts about us. I hate having everyone's eyes on me. I told the teacher my name and what school I came from. I guess it was enough for her, so she let me sit down.
The bell rang and I practically raced out of the room. Band practice starts now and I can finally be around people I know. I race down the halls trying to avoid running into people, occasionally slowing down cause I'm lost. I walk into the room and spot Kaminari and Mina. I set my bag down by the door and make my way over to them. As I walk, I see someone in the corner of my eye; it was that guy again.
