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Invitation

Only two days had gone by since the new student, Sora, arrived. Miharu had helped him along with everything he needed, yet there was still something odd, Miharu couldn't explain it; the way his heart would pound was off, it wasn't like in gym where he had been running so much that his heart would be pounding, no matter how much he ran, every time he saw Sora, his heart would pound faster than it ever did in gym. Miharu couldn't explain what was wrong with him, nor would he try. He wasn't going to let anything change his apathetic nature, not this one person, not one hundred people, not anyone.

And that was how it was going to be.

The lunch room was crowded and loud, the students were bustling about, going through their lunch lines and finding their seats to eat, munching on their food quickly because they only had a certain amount of time to eat. Miharu sighed, closing his eyes and resting his cheek on the palm of his hand, the other he was continuously poking his food around with his chopsticks.

'I don't know why I decided to come here to eat lunch.' Miharu thought. Normally Miharu would be up on the roof, looking out at the scenery and eating his lunch in peace, yet today he wasn't.

"Ah, there you are Miharu." Miharu blinked his green eyes before looking up, seeing two of his friends, one tall with red eyes and stalk white hair, the other was smaller than him, but her long blonde hair almost made up for it. Her big brown eyes took one look at her friend and she smiled happily.

"Hi Miharu!" She bellowed.

'Oh yeah, they made me come, that's why I'm hear.' Miharu recollected.

"Hey Kouichi, hi Reimia," Miharu greeted his two friends took their seats next to him and placed their lunch trays down in front of them.

"It's good to finally see you down here, Miharu." Reimai said happily, already pushing some food into her mouth.

"Yeah, and I see your making good use of your food." Kouichi said, sarcastically. Miharu looked down at his tray and noticed he had knocked some rice off of one of his plates. Kouichi was really applying to the fact Miharu just wasn't eating, but Miharu was never much of an eater, he'd eat three bites of rice and he'd be full. It was just how he was and instead of taking Kouichi's comment into account, he simply ignored him and went back to drifting off in his head.

"So Miharu," Reimai began. "What's that new kid like? Is he nice, mean?" And so began the onslaught of questions.

"Yeah Miharu, tell us." Kouichi joined in.

"He's quiet..." Miharu mumbled and stopped. Kouichi and Reimai looked at him, waiting for something else, but when they realized that's all Miharu was going to say, they decided to give up; the new boy, Sora, was indeed very quiet, barely said any more than ten syllables in class, so maybe that's all Miharu new about him.

Miharu looked away and around the cafeteria, wondering where said boy was. Miharu didn't see him around and wondered where he was. Miharu stood up and grabbed his lunch tray and his empty juice carton and started leaving the table.

"Eh, Miharu, where are you going?" Reimai asked, momentarily ignoring her food.

"I'm full," Miharu said, dropping his carton of juice in the garbage, saving one uneaten sandwich in some plastic wrap in his pocket and leaving his friends. Reimai and Kouichi looked at each other and after a moment they shrugged their shoulders.

Miharu was glad to leave the cafeteria; it was already so much quieter in the hallway and a real relief just to hear silence. He himself had to be quiet though, there were still some classes going and he of all people didn't want to interrupt them. He walked down the hallway, on occasion walking past a few classrooms and peaking from the corner of his eyes to look in them. Nothing special, school was definitely boring, in his opinion of course

As Miharu turned the corner, he was suddenly pushed down as someone ran into him. He sat up off the floor and looked up, seeing to rather large boys running away. Miharu huffed in irritation and looked away, they didn't even say sorry to him. As Miharu pushed himself up, he suddenly noticed something was off, he wasn't sure why suddenly felt uneasy. Miharu looked back at the running boys and then forward, noticing they had left the boys bathroom, and something seemed to say to go in, despite something else saying don't.

Miharu was cautious to enter the bathroom, staring around, one stall door was creaked open unlike the others, and he walked right to it. He pushed the stall door open cautiously and his eyes widened. This answered his previous questions; Sora was sitting on the bathroom floor, his head leaning against the stall wall with one hand holding him up, the other was covering bloody nose. Miharu gasped quietly and bent down, reaching to help the boy, but suddenly his hand was violently slapped away.

"Don't touch me!" Sora yelled, backing away into the stall as much as he could.

"N-No, no, Sora, it's only me." Miharu said and waited until it registered into his head that it was indeed Miharu trying to help him. Miharu helped Sora stand on his feet and pulled him out of the stall, leaning him against the wall to see him better in the light. He had a bruise on his cheek and one eye was swollen and red, he knew it'd turn into a black eye. His nose was bleeding and was dripping down the front of his shirt and pants and also was soaked into his gloves.

"What did they do to you?" Miharu asked, quickly grabbing some cheap paper towels from above the sink and wiping the blood on Sora's nose.

"I-I wouldn't give them my lunch, so they beat me and took it, and my money." Sora said. He accepted the tissues from Miharu and gently blotted at his nose, feeling a sting whenever he pushed down too much. Miharu took some more towels and ran it under some water in the sink, then gently ran the damp cloth over Sora's red eye. Their eyes connected again and they stared at each other, Miharu ever so slightly smiled to him.

"What?" Sora asked, slightly taken aback by Miharu's smile. Miharu huffed with a small laugh and looked away.

"Nothing," Miharu said. Sora made a confused look as Miharu stood up to go ring out of the paper from the blood. Sora was confused, but the slight pulsing in his eyes distracting him from really caring. He had just met this boy, if this was how he acted then that was that, and at the moment, that just meant he didn't have to care. Miharu returned back to him and reached out to clean his nose, but Sora flinched away. Miharu paused, looking at him and waiting for more of a sign to stop, but when there was nothing else he again reached out and this time placed the wet paper towel on his nose.

It hurt, but not by much, Miharu was able to clear away the blood and he was happy to see that he was no longer bleeding and it had stopped. Miharu looked at Sora's swollen eye and frowned.

"Follow me," he said softly and took Sora's bloody-covered, gloved hand. He slowly pulled the boy out of the bathroom and looked around, kids were still in class and at lunch, so it was still quiet in the halls.

"Where are we going?" Sora asked. He was still too new to the building to understand where they were heading, and Miharu hadn't yet answered hi. For now, he kept his blue gaze on the back of Miharu's head, watching the brown locks bounce with his steps. His eye was still stinging, but it didn't hurt as much now.

They slowly walked through the halls from the first floor, then up the stairs to the second floor, and then up another set of stairs into a corridor. Miharu opened an old, squeaky door to the roof. Miharu slowly pulled Sora along the roof and sat him down gently on the ground.

"I needed to get better lighting to see your eye." Miharu said his voice calm and soft, unlike the first time Sora heard him when it was cold and apathetic. Miharu pulled the crooked cap off Sora's head and saw there was a small knick in his skin, but it wasn't serious. Miharu used the damp paper towel he used earlier and pressed it against his eye again. Sora flinched, but it wasn't too painful.

"You could have just taken me to see the nurse you know," Sora said. Miharu noticed how soft his voice was, yet still young, and though he was quiet, it was still somewhat lively, at least that's what Miharu thought about it.

"I guess..." Miharu mumbled as he cleaned the wound.

"So why are you helping me?"

"... I dunno." Sora sighed; it wasn't the answer he wanted. Miharu knew that as well, he knew what Sora wanted to hear, but he really didn't know why he was helping him in the first place, so even though he wanted a straight answer, Miharu couldn't give him one, because he didn't have one. "You said they took your lunch?" Miharu asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, and my money," He said and whimpered quietly when Miharu pushed too hard on his eye. Miharu paused and placed the bloody cloth down in his lap before reaching into his pocket and pulled the sandwich he saved from earlier out of his pocket.

"Here, eat this." Miharu offered to him.

"Isn't that your lunch?" Sora asked, pushing the sandwich away.

"Yeah, but I already ate and I'm not hungry, so just take it," Miharu pushed the sandwich back to Sora and placed it in his hands. "Go on," He continued. Sora looked at the sandwich and shook his head, somewhat tossing it at Miharu.

"No, I don't want it." Sora said stubbornly. Miharu huffed before pushing the sandwich into Sora's chest and saying, 'Eat it already!' Sora was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude, but none the less, he gave up and took the sandwich from Miharu and uncovered it from the plastic wrap. He stared at Miharu and Miharu crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at him and Sora took a bite. It was good and Sora had to restrain himself from looking like a glutton in front of Miharu and swallowing the whole thing down in one bite.

"Thank you," Miharu said smiling to what he assumed was his new friend. It was only natural that he'd take it in that way, though, he couldn't help at trying to shake the thought that there was something more to it. He couldn't shake it off though; it repeatedly popped into his mind, a time like now when he watched Sora eat was one time. Sora felt Miharu's stare and paused from eating to return the stare, swallowing down the food in his mouth.

"What?" Sora asked. Miharu paused before realizing Sora had asked him something and sighed.

"You wanna come over to my house after school?" Miharu asked out of the blue. Sora was half way to taking another bite of food when Miharu asked this question and his mouth was left hanging open.

"Why?" He asked.

"… I dunno… I can help you with your homework I guess." Miharu offered. Sora lowered the sandwich down to his lap and looked at it; no one had ever asked him something like this before; was Miharu just joking around? Sora looked back up at him and saw the seriousness in his eye, he wasn't joking and in a way he wished he was just joking. Sora wasn't sure what to say, he knew however if he denied Miharu the invitation, he would probably never get the confusing work done, and also Miharu wouldn't leave him alone until he said yes. There was really no reason not to, so instead of fighting him, Sora simply nodded his head.

"Alright then…"