Guess who wasn't able to do that make-up test, because they caught a cold?
My luck is so wonderful, isn't it?
It was a few days later, actually. I felt like I was going to fall asleep in class for the second time. Although Sensei did play a role in my "unable to sleep/concentrate/study" issue, as always. But this time, I had a reasonable excuse to tell my friends and teachers.
So my sleep-deprived, boogery, head-pounding self sat in my normal school chair, and I attempted desperately to listen to Himuro's lecture. Which usually, I had no problem doing.
I caught a cold, but came to school regardless. Honestly people, if you're sick, don't go into school or work. It's really just not worth it. But because I'm such a stubborn person, I suppose I'm a hopeless case.
Class slowly dragged on, and without meaning to, I noticed that I kept looking out the window. It was so bright outside that I had to squint my eyes just to see the trees outside the window.
Though, I'm an odd one. I prefer a rainy day to a sunny one.
"Daydreaming student of mine, are you paying attention to me?" Sensei was apparently talking to me. In front of the whole classroom of people.
Luckily, I don't get embarrassed very easily, and I don't care what other people think of me. Otherwise to a normal person, this situation might have been more flustering.
"I'm sorry, Himuro-sensei. I'll try harder."
He continued his lecture, which went on for about fifteen more minutes, before class was dismissed. And so I figured, there's just band to go, then I can leave.
But before I had a chance to leave, my Sensei did the most wonderful thing; he stopped me.
"It's… not like you to fall asleep during class. And during an important test." He seemed somewhat upset, because he removed his glasses and rubbed his temples lightly. "It's obvious to me that you're not feeling well. So why come to school?"
"I'm a stubborn person, I guess."
"Band is your next class, you know." I watched him carefully, as he lifted those beautiful glasses from the table, then put them back on his face. He did so with much grace, as he always did…
"Yes, I know. I'll get my things ready for-"
"I'd rather you not. Go to the nurse's office instead, all right? You can get some medicine, and then head home." It was an order.
Shyly, I looked up at him. He seemed genuinely concerned about me.
And it made me feel like I was on top of the world.
After my ever-hopeful thoughts passed, I realized that it was my turn to progress with the conversation. "Yes, I understand."
Lifting my heavy bags from the ground, I strode over to the doorway. He stopped me again, making my heart jump.
"Are you… all right? It seems like there's something wrong."
Such an innocent question. And I honestly believed, with all my heart, that he had no idea what kind of surge he gave me on a daily basis.
I was tempted to tell him exactly what was on my mind, but I knew better. And so I brushed the beautiful question off with an, "Of course. I'm doing well, as always." Then set off towards the nurse's office.
