The stranger then stood and took my hands, causing me to jump a bit and look up at him, my face burning even more. I heard no more laughter from my bullies when my hands were lifted up to the stranger's face. He stared at them for a couple of seconds, then rubbed his cheek on the back of my right hand.

W..wHAT THE FUCK!?

My face was red hot and I'm sure I heard myself let out a loud squeal. His face was soft.. "A-ahhh so I-I just wanted to-" Before I knew it, I was being dragged away and out of the cafeteria. I tried glancing back at Yohio and his gang, and all I caught was a sight of his confused face.

I could imagine him thinking, what just happened?

He took me to a place I had never seen before. Of course, it was on our school's campus, since going anywhere far would make us late for our next class. The school garden had been used everyday after school by the gardening club, but I had never actually been there to see it. I never knew just how marvelous it was, with all the colors..

He sat me down at a bench in front of a bright patch of Blue Hydrangea flowers, which are such a beautiful blue, reminding me of his eyes. I watched him walk over to the grass and pick something up, a stick. He brought it back and bent down, beginning to... draw? in the dirt.

"E-etto.." I leaned over him a bit, trying to see what he was doing. "So.. uhm.. you can't speak? Wh-what's your name? Why did you bring me here..?" I asked in a blur, all of those questions whirling through my head at once. Finally, he stood and I could see what he had been doing.

He was writing. Writing in the dirt, a name.

'Kamui Gakupo'

"I-is this your name?" I asked. He nodded, then bent down again, wiping away his name in the dirt to write a new message. This was odd. Why is he writing in the dirt, when he could just speak to me in sign language? We were all required to learn it, everyone here should..

After a minute, he stood again, revealing his next message for me.

'I used to speak. My voice is lost. I come from different country, Italy, but my father and all his family was born here. I moved here last week. No friends.' He pointed to the writing with his stick.

I blinked. That might've explained why he didn't know sign language.. Maybe that's why he'd came here. I mean, he could be with other people like him, people who knew what he was going through, being a mute. It was nice of the parents to bring him to a place like this..

Still, this was odd.. I've never heard of anyone losing their voice permanently in my whole life..

"So.. you had a voice once..? How did you lose it?" I asked, scooting a bit closer to him.

He then quickly wrote in the dirt, 'I don't know.' then he sat next to me on the bench and took my hand, causing my face to become a bit heated.

"W-well.. no friends, huh..?" I chuckled a bit and smiled at him. "I'd be extremely happy to be your first friend here."

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