Kumiko Hisakawa

Oh my. The new girl is absolutely stunning. Her eyes are like clouds but you only get to see them when she's jumping around while strumming her guitar because she's got this long fringe that flops over them and oh dear someone help me.
"Hey, who are you?" The girl asks, holding her water bottle at an angle so the water splashed around. It sort of looked like how my stomach felt. Why is she so cool and confident? I thought she was the newbie, not me?
"I-I'm Hisakawa, uh, Kumiko Hisakawa." I try to make myself sound as casual as possible but it just comes out strained. I decide to remove myself from the situation before I abandon any shred of heterosexuality I have left.
"Well, I gotta get to class. It was nice meeting you…" I stretch out the 'you' in the hopes she will tell me her name so I can play it over and over in my head.
"Hisako." She nods and I glance at her one last time before I push past the practice room doors and into the corridor. To my irritation, Iwasawa steps after me.
"What?" I grumble, looking at her expectantly. That was cold, even for me. But my little display back there has damaged my pride and it makes me want to lash out at everyone. Guilt seeps through my bones when I see a flash of hurt in her hot red eyes.
"Nothing, It's just, you weren't your usual, charming self back there. Are you alright?" She looks at me with genuine concern and now I feel terrible for snapping at her.
"Sorry, I'm just tired. What do you mean 'charming'?" I cock an eyebrow at her curiously.
"Oh you know. You've got that whole 'cool, confident' thing going on."
"Oh and you haven't?"
She chuckles and I instantly feel better. Not just because I made her laugh, but because when Iwasawa laughs you know you've said something right.
"See you around, then." I've never managed to pick a nickname for Iwasawa either. I suppose we're too alike for me to make fun of her.

Classes drag by painfully slowly. I silently debate to myself whether I would rather kill everyone else or kill myself. I even make a pros and cons list in my mind.
Killing everyone else:
Pros: Satisfying. Don't have to cause myself physical pain.
Cons: I have to kill people I'm fairly fond of. Effort.
Killing Myself:
Pros: Also satisfying. I don't have to kill people I'm fairly fond of.
Cons: Physical pain to me. Also effort.
When the day finally ends, I'm bloody glad to see Oyama.
"Hey, this isn't a date, right?" He asks, his emerald eyes looking at my face, glassy with worry.
"No, it's the same as every time we go to get coffee." I tell him for the hundredth time. No, Oyama does not have a crush on me. He's just terrified of hurting people's feelings so he has to check. He is especially scared of hurting my feelings, because I don't have that many and if you've tampered with them you know you done fucked up.

Well anyway, I thought it was going to be the same as every time we get coffee but it turns out it wasn't, because a boy with teal hair spilt coffee all down my shirt. Now I sigh in exasperation as he rubs my school shirt with 12 paper towels, even though all it's really doing is jiggling my boobs and that's pretty uncomfortable. I give Oyama a 'what the hey-hey is this guy doing exactly?' look and he just shrugs in response.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry!" he repeats.
"Hey, chill. It's just coffee." I tell him, praying he'll just step back and leave well enough alone. He sighs in relief and drops the napkins.
"Thanks, I really am sorry, miss…" he drags out the 's' to ask for my name, but I'm sort of spacing out and not entirely registering what he's saying.
Oyama knows I do this sometimes so he decides to step in.
"Her name is Hisakawa." He smiles and gives a polite nod. "And I'm Oyama."
"I wasn't talking to you." The green-haired boy snaps at Oyama, cold all of a sudden. Now this I register.
"Hey, don't be rude, whatever your name is." I grumble and take a sip of my coffee.
"It's Naoi. Ayato. Ayato Naoi." He jumbles up his words. I'm still a little icy after he snapped at Oyama so I say "I didn't ask, but whatever." Which I will probably regret later because he gives me these SAD puppy dog eyes and I note that there is only one free table left and ask him if he wants to sit with us. I remember one time Oyama asked me why I was so cold if I just felt guilty about it afterwards and I told him the guilt is the thing that makes me a good person. I wonder if that's true. I guess it must be, because it made me a friend today, that's for sure.