A/N: I am ALIVE! I just changed jobs again for the third time this year. so I have been busy and haven't had any time to update this...I should be updating my other stories soon, too. When? Who knows? ;)
Chapter 11: Aid
He had been seated in front of her, the transfer student from two weeks ago. He had become rather well-acquainted with most of her classmates in the room immediately since his transfer. He certainly had charm and was friendly, everyone instantly liking him. Though, he had a habit of taking naps during classes every now and then.
Yukiko had barely spoken to him, briefly introducing herself to him out of politeness when he was told to occupy the desk in front of her. After that, she made no effort to speak with him unless needed to. And today was one of them.
"Aikawa-kun, taking a nap again?" The Japanese literature teacher noted with a disapproving frown on her face. Her hand was still up in the air, having aimed a chalk on the napping teenager. Mentioned teenager woke up, rubbing his eyes and letting out a rather loud yawn, only adding insult to the old teacher.
"...ha?" He asked groggily, blearily looking at his surroundings.
"Since you find my lesson utterly interesting, you wouldn't mind reading the next line for us, yes?"
He blinked at her a few times, as if trying to digest what was going on, oblivious to the hushed giggles of his peers. Perhaps sensing that he was in trouble (yet again), he stood up and picked up his textbook. He looked a little lost as he stared at the textbook, wondering what page the class was in. But he needed not to wait long for someone had whispered it to him.
"Page 101, Line 6."
Quickly skipping through the pages, he then began reading the text.
"Life is full of uncertainties, perhaps one day some unforeseen circumstance would bring her into his life once moreā¦" He looked up, seeing a bitter frown on his teacher's face, as if displeased that he read the correct lines.
"Good. Just don't take another nap again. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sensei."
He then sat down, pretending to listen to their teacher as she proceeded to explain what that line meant to the class, though he tried to subtly look behind his shoulder to glimpse at his classmate.
"Thanks," he whispered with a grateful smile. She said nothing in response to his grateful statement, keeping her eyes down. The only acknowledgement he got that she had heard him was a brief glance at him before looking back at the open textbook on her desk.
She didn't know why she aided him, why she thought it would be a good idea to do so when she had made a vow not to get too close with anyone. However, it was at that moment that marked the beginning of an unbreakable bond they would share down the road.
