Yo, I'm back a little, I have so much manga to read and I'm so focused in it that I never see the time when I want to write and I just tell myself "later". So here's a chapter. I'm trying to do my 3 stories as well as IRL. Kinda hard but I'll managed !

The morning was over and it was now lunch time. Nothing much happened in class. Whispers, stares, some odd eyes here and there. Kuwahara did not let any emotion slip through her face. She was composed, calm and... Silent. The realization struck me but I find it still hard to believe. Maybe this girl was messing with me to distract herself. Seriously though. How hard would it be for a mute student ? I'd love to be mute ! I'd be able to avoid any of those evaluated oral exercise in front of the class ! The dream I say ! But still. That was surprising. Having a predicament or a handicap is not an uncommon thing in the world. Even though, crossing the path of one of these person in a place such as a school is always surprising.

"Well whatever, that was interesting but Max Coffee is better and I'm hungry."

Reaching my comfortable spot. I sat on the floor and started to eat my bread while warming myself with this god's nectar that is this cup of concentrated sugary caffeine. The weather wasn't that nice, it was raining since morning and the wind was quite strong too so I decided to stay as close to the door as I could not to get drenched in water. It would be hard to get a peaceful meal in this setup anyway, so I decided to eat my bread really fast even if it's bad to be able to finish my coffee inside while going to my classroom. If I can't get rest here then I'll sleep on my desk.

I entered the building by pushing this door I knew all too well and started to walk in the direction of my room in my usual slouched and slow figure. Bad habits die hard. On the way I could hear some noisy and irritating chuckling coming from a corner of the corridor. Usually I don't pay that much attention but I learned in those last two years that my habit of ignoring my surroundings can cause quite the ruckus sometimes so I've decided to at least take into account what is happening when someone I know is involved. Leaning my ear in the direction of the voices I recognized one straight away. This damn bitch Sagami.

"When class is over for the second period we will have a lot of fun ! Believe me, it will be priceless !"

"You're like tot' right Mina-Chan, it will be so much fun teasing her !"

The little group of four girls then laughed again between themselves. I couldn't help but wince and let a sound of disgust coming a bit too loud from my mouth and I was spotted in the distance. I stared a bit too much I guess. Not that I care.

"Tch, this creep is giving me the chill, le'ts go girls."

I continued my walk after this little scene. It was a waste of my precious time. It only irritated me to hear this bitch voice but somehow... Something's off with what happened just now. I just hope that I'm not involved in whatever schemes she has in her twisted mind. For one, it wouldn't work at all on me since I don't care about my reputation and also I think she's past her old self since the cultural festival. I hope so. Would be a waste to do something so bad with no result on the long term as self-improvement. She did well in the sport festival so I guess it's better. Well thinking by myself like that made me spacing out so much that I found myself already on my chair.

"Sometimes I scare myself at how much I can lose myself in thought... Well a good little rest and I'll have enough energy to survive second period."

Resting my head on my desk, I slowly dozed off and closed my eyes.

We were in the middle of the afternoon and it was our English class, it's not as interesting as Japanese for me but it's still linked to literature so it's always nice for my general knowledge. Looking around me I take a glance at Kuwahara who is listening and taking interest into the lesson. She's really quiet if I may say, as bad of a pun it is. She's taking note on her textbook and is still wearing that blank face of her's. I was wondering how she could take notes that fast when her jacket was covering her hands and leaving only her fingertips to the eye. If it were me I would struggle all day with my pen and the sleeve in order to find a temporary comfort. Focusing again I averted my eyes and glued them on the blackboard.

The bell rang and it was finally time for me to go h- to the club. I almost forgot already. I hadn't even had the time to get up that Yuigahama was already next to me with her beaming airhead smile. This woman will never let me go at my own pace.

"Let's go to the club together Hikki !"

"Yeah yeah... Don't you usually tell me to wait for you at the door though ?"

"This time I decided to drag you since you're always leaving before me !"

"I'm always waiting next to the door."

"That's not the point there ! Come on ! Let's go !"

"Oï !"

I got dragged like a rag doll to the clubroom. She sure got bolder and adapted quite nicely to my behavior. I'll need to create new stratagems to defend myself against her.

3rd Person POV

Naho closed her notebooks and sorted out her paper sheets. She took her sketchbook with her with a an eraser and a pencil in her right pocket. She turned her head toward the direction of the ruckus caused by Yui taking Hachiman with her to their club. No reactions were seen on her face. Taking her bag on her left shoulder and holding her sketchbook against her chest, she walked out of the room when almost everybody had left the room already.

Walking silently in the school, she was exploring the place, trying to find something that would attract her eyes. A good fifteen minutes had already passed while climbing up and down the stairs. Soon enough she reached a place where she could draw while keeping herself dry. It was still raining. She sat down on the stair and looked at the tennis field in the distance. Opening her sketchbook, she turned the page until she got to a blank one and took her pencil and eraser. She put her bag on the ground next to her in order to take her earphones. After putting them on, she started to draw her surroundings. Her movements were fluids and messy on the paper but with each layer, the geometry was getting more and more accurate.

The sound of a door being opened was heard after some time. Kuwahara didn't hear it since she was listening to her musics while being focused entirely on her drawing. Three pairs of feet were coming out of the building.

Naho was humming her song when she felt something press against her back. She got surprised and tried to straightened her back to see what was behind her but before she could even react, she was violently pushed down the stairs. She fell forward, loosing her grip on her book which fell like her into the puddle under the rain.

"Hgn !" The sound was a sound of hurt coming from the mute throat of Naho.

Regaining her composure, she got up from the puddle and saw her drawings getting drench in water. She panicked and rushed to get it back. A hand grabbed it from the ground and lift it up. Looking up, Naho saw a girl with dark red hair with a bit of brown. She was grinning devilishly and laughing. This girl was waving the book in front of the shocked girl while her two friends laughed too.

"Seriously what is this ? You look like you really cherish that thing huh ? Let's see what's in there..." Said the girl.

Turning the wet page, tearing them apart with her violent hand's movements, her grin turned to grimace.

"Seriously what is that, those drawings are so ugly and lifeless, they are so creepy it gives me the chill, Ugh..."

Kuwahara was looking at her with a scared look and pleading eyes, she had gotten up and was playing with her sleeve with her right hand while holding the same arm with her left hand.

"Stop looking at me like that, it's seriously gross with your weird ass eyes. You want it back so badly ?"

"Hun hun" She tried to say by forcing her voice like an affirmation while nodding at the bully.

Naho stretched her left hand to the sketchbook while trying to get closer to it while the student was giving it back to her. At the last moment, the girl brought it back to her in the last second and decided to tear off, one by one, the pages of Kuwahara's book.

She could only watch it unfolding before her eyes, she didn't have the strength to retaliate as they were three against one and she was too shocked and confused at what was happening to her that she was frozen solid. Soon enough, the bully got bored and threw the sketchbook in the puddle next to Naho before deciding to go back home.

"Well it's not as fun as I thought it would be for a first. Let's go back girls, we'll think of funnier things next time."

Like this, the group left the place, leaving the poor girl under the rain after destroying something she held dear in front of her for no reason. Naho fell on her knee while biting her lower lip to keep herseft from crying but her eyes and cheeks were already wet. She lamentably grabbed all the teared off pages she could find one by one, getting woaked in water under the rain. When she was done, Naho got up and walked silently and miserably inside the building, holding her bag on her left shoulder and holding really close to her, the wet pages and damaged book. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red and cheeks wet. Her clothes were soaked, yet she was walking back home like this.

After a little walk, she got out of the building by the door facing the school gates. Her hands were busy holding her belonging and she was already soaked, so she decided to go home like this.

Hachiman POV

I went out of the club after Yukinoshita closed it earlier than usual due to a matter with her family that she had to absolutely attend. Yuigahama went with her to be driven to her home. Whereas your humble loner was by himself to go home under this horrifying weather. Thank god I have an umbrella with me. I got out of the school and went to the bike locker. I unlocked mine and started to ride it to my destination. It would be dangerous to ride fast with the wet ground and holding my bike with one hand while the other was holding the umbrella. But I guess that I won't ride this afternoon since I saw something really sad in front of me after a little kilometer.

The figure of a girl walking without an umbrella, under the heavy rain, holding papers against her, on the sidewalk. This hair color and jacket weren't lying. It was Kuwahara Naho. I could easily bike past her ad leave it at that but it wasn't sitting well with me. Komachi would never forgive me for being to cold about a girl in this situation and I don't even want to hear the insults barrage of Yukinoshita against me. I stopped and got on the sidewalk. I reached her side and put the umbrella mostly above her. She got surprised and looked up to me. I could see that it wasn't just bad. Her previous, deep green and brown eyes were now red from the tears. Something had definitely happened in school and I believe that it's linked to what I heard after my lunch.

"Hey let me give you a hand." I took her school bag with me.

"I'll escort you to your house."

"Hn..." She nodded quietly and followed his pace