Finally making his way into the hallway heading towards the lunchroom, he saw bright pink hair in the corner of his left eye. He looked that way and saw a bombshell, that was looking at him from the right side of the hallway. She was making her way towards him. He looked forward as he knew it wasn't for him, not that he really gave a shit as he only wanted to see one female at the moment and made his way towards the lunchroom. He passed some lockers when the random pink haired beauty began to walk right behind him, and he felt the same feeling he felt. He was being watched again, but by who?
"Hey." The unknown woman spoke. Motohama didn't answer as he knew it wasn't for him. Motohama then finally broke free from her sight as he entered the flood of students in the main hallway. He just went in there and made his way through it like he was a shadow. She frowned a bit. "Darn. I wanted to talk to him. Sigh. Ah well." She made her way into the school and began to make her way through the mess of students, wanting to get to her own class. This was her first day in this new school and she wanted to enjoy it.
Motohama, like a liquid, easily got through the flood of students. He sighed he kept his attention on his shoes. He kept on walking, making his way to his own class. However, Motohama looked up once and found himself walking right into another bomb shell but this time it was a blue haired female, His face, somehow, found its way right In between her massive, soft, jugs. Oh, were they soft.
The blue haired female let out a quiet moan, smiling a bit. "Yahoo!, Aren't we a bit aggressive?"
Motohama quickly got himself out from in between and bowed his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!" Motohama said, running around her and making his way into class.
"Hey!" The blue haired girl tried to say, but Motohama turned the corner and escaped. "Ah, I wanted to talk to him. Ah well, it was still fun seeing him all flustered like that." She said, licking her middle finger once with a blush on her face.
Still running towards his class, which was all the way on the far end of the school, giving him a decent jog, Motohama turned another corner, but this time ran right into a double ponytail red headed girl. He then found himself flying across the hall, smacking right into a brick wall. He collided right into the brick wall, but then found himself impaled by three nails which were sticking out together. He fell to his knees afterwards, in which the red head began to walk up to him.
"Hey!" She said loudly, but Motohama got up and kept on walking, diverting to the bathroom instead of the lunchroom to patch up his new wound.
Motohama arrived in the bathroom and took off his shirt, which was stained with blood on the front, and looked at the wound. Small streams of blood were coming out, and they looked like they were getting smaller and smaller. The blood itself was strange. The blood was still red, but it looked like it was darker than what blood usually looks like, but Motohama shrugged and ignored it. He then watched his wound seal itself up, and actually heal. The blood completely stopped, and the wound began to disappear on its own.
"What... the... fuck…" He said, only to hear the school bell for lunch. He quickly put the slightly stained white t-shirt on. "Ah shit, gotta go." Motohama said, running out of the bathroom and finally making his way into the lunchroom, He quickly took a seat in an open table wanting to be alone while hiding his face in his arms.
Lunch was going smoothly though he felt that the students around him were staring at him. It was the blood on his shirt which attracted their attentions, and he felt the disgusting stares. The class finally let out and as the final bell finished ringing, Motohama was approached as he was packing up his things.