Class had ended and I went to the bathroom. The room was empty I lifted my shirt and looked at the padding across my abdomen through the large mirror. My reflection looked tired and paled. I put my shirt down and took a deep breath and began my descent down the stairs. I finished my classes for the day and was heading to the front doors. Then I saw it in the corner of my eye. Blue hair… I didn't know why I was like this. Whenever I saw him I had to say hi. We hadn't met, but on a few occasions even though we took a whole class and sat together in high school years ago. We hadn't had many conversations back then only a couple I could count on one hand. However; whenever I saw him here I felt compelled to say hi. A warm giddiness filled in me at the thought.

Before I could recognize my position I was in front of him. "Hey," I smiled meeting his eyes waving. He broke eye contact, staring at the floor. His frown apparent to me. "Hi," he said quietly. Ikuto seemed disinterested even upset with my presence. It puzzled me. He was always like this with me. So why do I find myself compelled to speak with him. We only ever had two good conversations in my entire life.

The class we had taken together was a drafting class it taught us how to draw blueprints and design houses. He was smart. He took pride in his designs unlike the rest and never talk to anyone really except Nagi. Nagi introduced us even. I felt left out since our talks were only hi and bye. But one day I noticed on the monitor beside mine he had played with some textures in the bathroom. "Is that water? Did you turn your entire floor into water?" I asked slightly amused. He glanced at me he was slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah," Ikuto responded.

"Are they supposed to swim?" I joked.

"Maybe," He retorted. He proceeded to show what all he had toyed with. Counters made of sand and people sitting upside down on table tops. Things you would only see in the 3d model of the house itself.

I knew very little of Ikuto. I knew he liked writing, but I was never exposed to it and Nagi was the only privileged enough to it. He liked history and enjoyed weight lifting in his free time. I did always notice his broad shoulders. Now still standing in front of him I proceeded this failing conversation in hope. " How's your day been?"

"Okay nothing much. I gotta go class is starting soon?" I watched him walk into class. I began to walk off when I saw Ellen walk past who also took that class. "Hey you off to class it's starting soon?" I asked.

"What? No, it doesn't start for another 30 minutes, but thanks for asking," She replied hurrying off. He just wanted to end our conversation. Got it. I can take a hint I must really be quite the bugging person. I left the campus and headed off home.

I knew Taylor wouldn't contact me for another week he only ever did once a week. When he wanted to see me. Which was fine we didn't have much in common other than we didn't want relationships right now. Honestly I didn't wanna see him after last night. I was so bored and I had no one to text or talk to. All my 'friends' were out getting their life together while I was trying to find mine. The only person I talked to for half the year is Tadase. When we got together, he made sure to break off my connections. I only had him. So now the only person I could talk to was him. I knew it was wrong. It was toxic and it jumbled my feelings into an indiscernible mess. I hated him for it. Yet, I found myself in his chat room again.