I remember, in our school days, we had this classmate. I don't really remember her name but I do remember her long but frazzled black hair and blue sweater she wore. She came from a rich family but she seemed so unhappy. Thinking about it, something was really off about her, like she had a dark secret, the kind that'd keep someone up at night. Of course, she looked like she hadn't slept, at all, so much since her she had dark circles under her eyes and a 1,000-yard stare.
She was a weird girl, really, but, somehow, other than that, she was normal. She came to school on time, did all of her work in class on time, everything, but she was quiet, kept to herself, stoic, and almost timid. She was mixed up to high hell. but, somehow, other than that, she was normal. It was practically like nothing with her fit together, yet everything did fit together.
I was drawn to her and I don't know why, then again, maybe she was drawn to me, too, since she kept taking my lunches the most and running with them. I never knew why she was taking my lunches (or anyone else's, for that matter) but, weirdly, she didn't seem like she was eating them and it wasn't like she couldn't afford to eat, as she was rich. After school was even stranger, since she'd always go straight home, hell, sometimes, she left early. It was like there was something urgent going on. What exactly was going on her house? Eventually, she disappeared from school entirely and the world kept turning.
That was years ago and I found myself talking about her with Uzu, Gamagoori, and Houka. "Do you remember when that girl used to steal our lunches?" I asked. Uzu thought it was funny and reminded me that she used to take my lunches the most. Houka said he didn't recall her too well besides that one time her she opened her eyes wider and that was most expressive she seemed to be, while Gamagoori said he did remember and said her last name was "Kiryuuin" but he didn't remember her first name.
"How do you know her surname but not her first name?"
"I don't know but I do remember her surname because that was on her locker."
"I wonder why'd she used to take people's lunches. She wasn't starving."
"I don't know."
"What on earth was going at her house?"
"I've never been to her house, you know that."
"Hmm, I have a theory."
"Shoot."
"Well, with all considered, I think her home life was abusive."
"No way."
"Let's see, she was timid, never seemed to be sleeping very well, withdrawn, her hair was messy, stealing our lunches, and how quick she was to go home, clearly, something was wrong with her home life."
Some things about what he said clicked into place. The idea of her being abused made everything else make sense and she disappeared from our school for a reason. What did happen at her house and where did she go? I proposed that we go and find her. They thought I was nuts to which I told them that we have nothing else better to do and it would be nice to know why she kept taking our lunches so damn much.