Fear
4
The next morning at lunch had been peaceful. The sun was out, with only a few stray clouds dotting the sky, and it was at the perfect temperature for just sitting out there. Shizuo finished his lunch- composed of a sandwich his mother had made him, some rice pudding, and almond milk- within a few minutes and proceeded to lay out on his back.
Shinra wasn't there yet, which was an added bonus. Usually, the boy would catch up to him on his way to the roof and talk his ear off the entire time, but something must of held him up. Maybe he'd had a lab in class that he needed to clean up after. Whatever it was, though, it had given Shizuo a chance to soak in some sunshine and enjoy the peace and quiet.
Soon enough, however, he felt the heat suddenly vanish from his face, and he knew that someone was standing over him, their shadow blocking the sun.
Agitated, Shizuo opened his eyes to find a pair of thin, sock-covered legs right next to his head. He looked up and, past the pair of white shorts he was able to make out under the girls' uniform skirt, found Shiro Hikari scratching her head awkwardly.
"What do you want?"
Shiro gripped at a piece of her iron-straight hair and combed downwards. She looked off to the side. "I, uh..." She paused, trying to find the right words to whatever it was she was trying to say. "Well, I can't remember what happened yesterday, but Shinra filled me in this morning. And I know that I can be pretty weird when I'm drunk. So, I just wanted to say... um..." She swallowed and finally looked down at him, making eye contact. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. And thanks."
Shizuo merely grunted his response, and, having said her peace, Shiro Hikari went out to the other side of the roof and began her own sunbathing regime.
This time, however, Shizuo noticed that her hand was empty.