Walking down the hallway, I pondered the actions to be taken, and decided to proceed the day in compliance to the situation I was in. Sliding open the door to room 2-F, I had earned a few quick glances in exploration of the sudden noise, before the attention promptly shifted back to their own conversations.
I had remembered the seat that had been my residence of the class for the past year and sat down. Looking around I could see that cliques had already formed, mostly similar to the ones I had seen so often. There was one thing I had noticed however, the fact that the peach-headed girl was not belonging in the clique of that blonde prick's, but instead a part of the brown-haired bitch's clique? Sagami was it? Before I could think about Yuigahama's misallocation, the bell rings, signaling the beginning of the school day.
Hiratsuka slid open the door whilst everyone was separating from their social cliques, and the class had begun. After listening and mostly paying attention to Hiratsuka-sensei for the five minutes of homeroom, the first normal class math had begun, and my interest was greatly diminished. I was barely paying attention due to the mental exhaustion that had come with the peculiarities that had happened today, I swear I'm not just lazy and hate math! Science had come after math, and also flew by with minimal attention.
The next class however was Physical Education, a class that I had to participate in. Though there are slight compensations, as we were currently doing Tennis if my memory serves me right, which should help me avoid the necessity of interacting with others. After we all donned our green tracksuits in preparation of PE, we were rounded at the tennis court, the rain having stopped and the court dried up with the sun high above.
To my surprise however there were not an odd amount of students, but a plural amount, meaning I was required to go find a partner. As the majority of students had already started approaching each other to partner up, a familiar shy boy had approached me (please bear with me), and asked to partner up. Receiving a request from the ANGEL that is Totsuka, my mind refused any option other than no, and the PE class went by with my time being filled with bliss.
After PE another class had passed by, until the bell rung for lunch, releasing me from the classroom. As per usual I made my way to the stairs near the bike shed, and had a relatively peaceful lunch. After the lunch I had returned back to the classroom, scanning the room I had noticed the fact the Yuigahama had switched to the Hayama Clique, with a frustrated Sagami pouting while her other underlings had been reassuring her. The bell rang and the fifth class began.
The final two classes were a bit more interesting, but nonetheless overshadowed by my 'predicament' in my thoughts. After the final 5 minutes of homeroom, I had left the class. Although I had remembered not to wait for Yuigahama, I still moved to the Service Club despite the lack of need for it.
As I slid open the door, the resident Ice Queen was there, reading a book. Her attention shifted to me, with a slight glimpse of disgust she looked upon me, "Welcome to the Service Club, what assistance do you require?"
My dead heart stung a bit to that, being treated as a stranger and a weirdo by a club mate of mine that had been for a year, all the moments, all the banter, all of my bonds, gone. Destroyed overnight. Not wanting to engage in an awkward conversation, I simply excused myself. A head tilt of confusion from Yukinoshita was all I could see before I closed the door.
The walk home was filled with silence, my thoughts scrambled and unorganized. Not about how this situation happened mind you. There is nothing logical that can explain how I jumped back a year. The thoughts I have are of what to do. To try to rejoin the Service Club, or do something else completely now that I am no longer 'shackled' to the Service Club?
So many questions loomed over my thoughts, that I had already reached my home. I opened the door, "Tadaima…" was uttered to no one in particular. Komachi had student council duties, so I was left alone in the house. With my exhaustion, I beelined to my room, collapsing on my bed, with a million things to dream about, letting sleep overcome me.
Awoken once again, outside the window dark orange-tinted skies can be seen. It seems I had slept for a while. The one responsible for my awakening was none other than my sister, for what I presumed to be dinner time. All the sounds around me were damped, muffled.
As I ate the dinner Komachi made, her talking in the background while I thought about all the things that had been lost, taken from me. Not until I had been silent and absently eating for a while until I realized Komachi was staring at me, concerned expression donning her face. Only with her actions had I realized the a single tear had slid down from my eyes. Huh. I must really be affected by this… Wiping the tear with my sleeve, I acted as though everything is normal. She had looked split between asking me about it, or leaving it be. After some deliberation, she seems to have come to a choice, seeing as she began talking.
"Onii-Chan… why are you crying? Did something happen to you in school? Ne… tell me…" she looked distressed. I wanted to tell her, really I did. But would she even believe me? That I had came from the future? Preposterous.
"There's nothing wrong Komachi… My eyes must just be tired." I pat her head in attempt to comfort her. I'm sorry Komachi. Your Gomii-Chan really is being trashy today. Only silence came from her, most likely understanding that I wanted not to be prodded for information.
Finishing up the dinner, I went ahead and took a shower, afterwards returning to my room. Seeing there were some assignments already, I decided to complete them as I had time. After finishing the work, I had lied down on my bed, browsing my phone and looking through the image gallery. It was barren as expected, the small amount of photos that had been present was gone. With that I let out a tired sign and without my realization, I once again entered the realm of dreams.
Hello again from Mook. You may have noticed I took down the previous version of this chapter. The reason I did that was because I felt that the chapter was too empty after a bit of time when my mind cleared. Thanks for the reviews last chapter! Again, reviews are highly wanted! さよなら!