Writer's comment: Hi! Thanks for reading again! Lemme know if this is going too slow, hahahaha, I feel as if I'm going too slow with this story. That or I'm going too fast, it's only the first day.. Wow, I'm getting really ahead of myself. But, let me know if there are any doubts in your mind!
Sakurai was slowly getting off from the floor. Nervously getting up. I just kinda hid my laughter. It was taking her awhile so I just gave her a hand. "T-t-thanks Takasaki, you've b-b-been nothing but a g-g-great help to m-m-me all day." She smiled. "A-a-and it's only m-m-my first day h-h-here." Ugh, what is this. Why must it be me to have to deal with this. I just want to stay low profile, but how is that possible if she continues to stick onto me like glue? "No problem, but honestly, we need to work on your talking skills if you want to make some friends. You can't be nervous all the time or else they'll see you as a vegetable." I told her giving her a stern look. "I might not be able to be able to hang out with you all the time, so you might need to make some new friends other than I. I'll help you learn how to talk to people properly, but I'm not as good at it as you may think I be." She just nodded away and we just kept walking down the hall. The hall was dead silent again. Class was still going on, but it must've been independent working time for the 3rd years. We were about to walk down the stairs, before I halted her and told her to walk behind me as we walked down the stairs. I also explained to her that the left side of the stairs was for people walking down and the right side of the stairs were for people walking up the stairs. She just nodded and away we went. We made it down the steps safely, and then proceeded to our classroom. We passed by 2-B which was rumored to be the rowdy and loud room. But, today it was quiet. Our class on the other hand, 2-C, was quite loud. We heard them down as we passed by 2-B. Maybe, it was another one of Daiske sensei's story lessons. Our class is usually loud when Daiske sensei gives one of his story analogy comparisons in his Japanese history class.
We knocked on the door and slid it open. It was Daiske sensei wearing a funky costume with crab hands giving another Japanese history lesson. I looked around and everyone was imitating him. "Selamat Pagi. What the heckers is going on." I asked while looking for Aimi. I finally found her, she was sitting down doing work diligently. I knew she wasn't participating. She always had some kind of weird drive on how she wants to make sure that education came first. To be honest with you, I think it's her parents that want her to do everything their way and that if she doesn't she gets scolded. When I looked over at her, she almost immediately spotted me looking at her and stood up. "DAISKE SENSEI, THIS IS THE PERVERT I WAS TALKING ABOUT." She yelled out. "HE SEDUCED POOR SAKURAI INTO FORCEFUL CONTACT." "WHEN YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT, YOU MAKE IT SOUND SO MISUNDERSTANDING." I yelled back, then turned to Daiske sensei, "Daiske sensei, we were simply hugging in the cafeteria." "FOR AN OUTRAGEOUS AMOUNT OF TIME." Aimi interrupted. "Ok, both of you be quiet. Yelling only makes more yelling, so be quiet. Let's settle this in a game of rock paper scissors." He responded calmly. "That isn't going to solve anything." I said as I rubbed my eyebrows. "A game of penny soccer?" He asked. "Stop, suggesting games in ways to solve this, Daiske sensei." Aimi glared at him. "A game of igo soccer?" Sakurai chimed in. "Not you too…" I said sighing. The entire class was still frozen in crab form. I was worried that we weren't learning what we should be in Daiske sensei's class.
"Okay, I'm sure you're over exaggerating, Aimi." Daiske sensei calmly said. "Sakurai and Takasaki take your seats." I started walking towards the front of the class to get the remaining seats. I looked back and found that Sakurai hadn't moved a step. She was shaking. "What's wrong?" I asked her as she stood there shivering. "I'm afraid of crabs…" She said carefully analyzing Daiske sensei's costume. I sighed and walked over to her and grabbed her hand. "Everything's gonna be fine, the seats are just over there, quit being stupid." I sighed. And so I walked her over to the seats and people were just looking at the both of us. "What." I asked. And I swear, everyone did this in unison. They all looked at my hand and then looked at Sakurai. I did the same, and realized I was holding her hand, and then looked at her as her face was bright red and her eyes were getting teary. I quickly receded. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't realize that I was holding your hand. I did that out of instinct, I swear." I said as I quickly sat down. She just stood there. Bright red. "Wow, Takasaki sure has a soft spot for Sakurai!" responded someone in the class. "I thought he was a jerk all this time, turns out he was just a tsundere. I even caught him reading some shoujo manga!" another yelled out. "HEY, shoujo manga is pretty damn interesting. LEAVE ME ALONE." I yelled back. Today has been pretty bad. And at long last Sakurai finally sat down. Her face was still clearly flustered. Her expression still clearly the same. Shocked. Maybe I really am a jerk. Wait I'm supposed to be a jerk. Who am I fooling. I'm not really a jerk. I want to be. Because that's what people see me as. All I really want to feel is to be accepted. But, no one really saw me as a part of this society. Who needs these people. So many people have taken notice of me today so much today. All in one day. The one day I meet this one girl. My feelings for her are fluctuating all the time. I just slunk back into my desk. And Daiske sensei continued on with his lesson, doing some kind of dance whilst explaining the geography of back-in-the-day Japan.
And before I knew it, the bell rang. It was time to head on home. I sulked towards the bike rack, realizing that the bike I have with me is stolen and the bike lock that I have isn't mine nor is it Saito's. Who else would have a more simple combination lik other than Saito? "M-m-my bike h-h-has been s-s-stolen!" cried a familiar voice. "I c-c-could have s-s-sworn that I h-h-had locked it u-u-up." Oh no. ~ツ