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Hikaru couldn't believe it. Not only had he found the girl from the car accident, but she had grabbed him and spoken to him. She was his senpai, and she didn't even seem to understand who he was. He was so distracted by thoughts of the girl that he did two things accidentally. Firstly, he rubbed his bruised face, which caused him to flinch and realize his other mistake: he had wandered into the third-year's hall and in front of one of the classrooms. In a panic, he turned to leave and found himself colliding with a rock-solid body that sent him back on his butt, barely able to catch his laptop bag and keep it from hitting the floor.His eyes slowly trailed up the fit body and he found himself locking eyes with the boy he had been admiring from a far since he first saw him. The poor boy's cheeks suddenly burned and he didn't bother to pick himself up from the floor, too busy drowning in embarrassment to look up anymore, much less stand.
{{Sorry for the late reply got caught up in some stuff. }}Ammon felt a hard collision against his chest. The accidental blow only enough to made him steady his usual tall and proper stature. His golden colored eyes trying to focus on the being that pumped into him. He wasn't haughty and when he caught sight of the figure he kneeled down to help the other up. Grasping the other by the hands gently. "Forgive me. I hadn't seen you and I should have moved for you to pass by." Ammon's foreign accent apparent to the keen ear. Though Ammon's eyes met the other's eyes and almost felt a spark....no he did feel a spark. He honestly didn't want to feel it after his last romance failure back home but welcoming such a spark wasn't such a bad idea seeing such a rosy cheeked being infront of his very eyes.
"Are you hurt? Must you need the assistance of a nurse?" Ammon concerned when the other seemed a bit shaky on his feet. He hoping he hadn't hurt such a devine figure.
(Lolol! Yoran: *blushes brightly but tries to hide it*)Hikaru stood with the help, but when he ended up inches from Ammon's chest, he forced himself to jerk away and step back. "I-I'm f-f-fine...thanks... I-I'm sorry, S-Senpai, I...I wasn't p-paying attention," he mumbled, his voice shakier than it had been when he first met Mana. The poor boy was still blushing hard enough to make the bandaid on his left cheekbone stand out. "U-um... S-sorry..." He held his computer bag tightly to his chest, keeping his gaze lowered shyly.
The reference to him being a Senpai was a bit foreign to Ammon. He would look to more analysis and text books after his classes. It wasn't a term ofte. used in his homeland. In all reality he had only heard such a thing after coming to this very school. "There is no need to apologize it was just a mere accident." Ammon noticed the other's beat up appearance. Now who would be hurting such a innocent and nervous being? It was a shame. It was like hurting a sacred feline of Bastest the Cat goddess. A crime. He'd certainly find who was beating up this boy and put a end to it. "Ah, Where are my manners. My name is Ammon Ama. It's very nice to meet you."
{{XD}}
Hikaru's eyes flitted around nervously. He couldn't handle how Ammon looked at him, nor how close the boy still was. "I-it's n-n-nice to meet you...t-too, Senpai... I-I'm Hikaru...Hiroyuki," he replied in that soft, muttered way of his. He stepped back further and bowed respectfully. "I...I... I j-just lost my w-way, Ama-senpai... I'll, um...go..." He moved to walk past the mountain of a man.
Ammon could feel his heart flutter. Surely he could miss just a class or two just to stick around and know another boy his age better? He was a straight A student and making up work was rather easy. Ammon smiled at such a shuttering reply
"The feeling is happily the same." Ammon spoke to Hikaru. Such a lovely name it seemed quite suiting for the other boy. "Where are you heading I could possibly help you back." Ammon had gotten this school mapped fairly well.
"W-well.... It would b-be awkward to r-return to my class... The second-y-years of class 2-B were, u-um, having a c-competition and took me fr-from my maths c-class, Ama-senpai... They l-let me leave, but...but it would be awkward to r-return to my class... And...and I don't really like m-maths...," Hikaru rambled, his eyes flickering around again, as he had straightened. When he fell silent, he shyly met Ammon's gaze, only to blush brighter and again look away. How could a person be so impossibly attractive and kind at the same time. "D-do...do you not need to r-return to your o-o-own class, S-Senpai?"
Ammon listened respectively. So the rumors of such a thing were true? It must have been the superiors vs the close and affectionate lower rankings. Well, that's how he saw it anyway. Even with it all Ammon found that when Hikaru rambled it was quite cute. "I see. No, not entirely. Much of my work has been completed and I'm ahead of other classmates when it comes to my school work." Ammon smiled. The taller boy really had no reason to go back. He had before bumping into Hikaru had been wanting to politely ask for a note allowing him to dwell within the library to return and check out new books.
Hikaru suddenly felt cornered despite the expanse of hall that was behind him. Ammon had nothing to do, and it did not seem as if he was leaving him alone any time soon. "A-Ama-senpai, I...I'm s-sure you...you would be h-happier in the c-company of someone else," he mumbled a bit desperately, the politeness of how Ammon spoke rubbing off on him. His shoulders trembled hard, as they had with Mana, but much worse. Everything about the boy rang out CAUTION, CAUTION, FRAGILE, and it looked as if just speaking to Ammon would fracture him. "I-I am n...not very entertaining...." He tried to discourage his upperclassman, but already felt as if he had failed.
Should the other want to be left alone all that need to be said was the words of wanting to be left alone. Ammon just wanted to know this boy better or made him feel the way he did. It was warm in his chest cavity and like trying to gain the trust of a neglected puppy or kitten when you were merely trying to help it get better. Ammon could read the signs clearly and saw just how fragile one could be. "If your uncomfortable around me all you need to say that you are." Ammon ment it in a polite way. He really didn't enjoy being forced into a uncomfortable situations gimself so he wouldn't do it to others around him.
Hikaru flinched hard due to what he was told, his eyes widening. He shook his head furiously and waved one hand frantically. "N-n-no! Y-you're fine, Senpai!" he rushed to say. He was more than uncomfortable, but being rude to someone would be worse than suffering through a bit of awkwardness. "I'm...n-not good with p-people, Senpai...that's all..." He wasn't lying. He had never been socialized which, sadly enough, led him to be extremely socially awkward. Unfortunately, that only made him not want to speak to anyone, thus worsening his people skills even further. He had only just met Mana, had been forced to go along with second-years, and now a third-year was speaking to him, hinting at wanting to "hang out" with him. Uncomfortable was an understatement.
It was confusing. The people here he ment. Back home most were normally polite and often open to speak despite the many things that moved throughout the land. It was a society but Ammon was doing exceptional well in his own opinion. Should he ask Hikaru to plausibly join him for lunch in attempt to make ammends. Though he nodded in acknowledgement. So that explained the nature of the other boy. Ammon could understand he never was much for many new things or people. Hikaru a rare exception even if he held all things very well. "Well it's rare I myself speak to other's besides my elders but could we plausibly start small and work our way up to friends. You've really struck my fancy and I'd enjoy trying to be a good friend. Even if I feel like I'm scaring you more than anything."
Hikaru could barely understand how formally, and...old-fashioned this third year spoke. 'Plausibly' and 'struck my fancy'? Well, at least the boy was right about one thing—Hikaru was thoroughly scared. "U-um... S-senpai, I don't really understand," he said shyly, an almost pained smile on his face. "Y-you wanna...h-hang out? W-with me? A first year—not t-to mention a total w-weirdo...?" By his tone, it was clear he was beginning to suspect that this was some sort of bet. He took a few slow steps back, not trying to be rude but honestly feeling as if this was a set-up. "I'm sorry, Senpai... I j-just don't really...get it..." At this point, he was about two feet away from his upperclassman.
Ammon wasn't a set up or acting fake. He was just being himself. Kind hearted Ammon. He couldn't help it that he enjoyed books more as compared to silly computers. "Yes. Your somebody that I've just seemed to have liked upon first glance. Your hardly weird at all. Nor do I think any less of you." It was also the fact he hadn't been jumped on the spot and robbed of his things like fans at a crazy concert. "Though it seems my efforts in vain as of now. We can part now if you'd like." Ammon was already wondering why the other male hadn't escaped already.
Hikaru couldn't help but think of Ammon as ingenuine, mostly due to how kind and unintentionally forward he was. "Ama-senpai, I d-don't wanna be...r-rude, but... But is this f-for real? I-is this a joke? I-is someone f-f-filming this?! W-were you d-dared to do this?! To s-speaking to m-me?!" In his panic, shaking hard and eyes wide and flicking around in terror, he couldn't help but start shouting. He felt certain that people were filming him, so they could share his naivete online with the world. Before he knew it, he had tears slipping down his cheeks.
Ammon nearly looked like he had been wounded for a split second. Why did everyone think just because he was being kind that it was a mere hoax? His feeling are genuine. "Why would I do that to you if I didn't want such happening to myself? I'm not cruel like some others you may know." Ammon was sincere and honest. "I would just like to know you better." Ammon rubbed the back of his neck with a soft sigh but after he withdrew from the inner pocket of his school uniform brought out a hand made handkerchief. His initials upon it but he inched closer to hand the fabric over. Ammon a kind hearted gentleman. "I never ment to frighten you."
(There is a mistake in one of my posts. Hikaru wasn't supposed to give his name, so pretend he said Mochu, which is what he goes by. Lolol, sorry!)Hikaru flinched when Ammon moved closer, but as he shyly reached out to take the hankerchief, his suspicion seemed to fade. "A...Ama-senpai, you're...y-you're not f-f-fooling me...?" he whispered. The way he looked up at the almost-man, with his large, sparkling eyes tear-filled behind his glasses, it could almost remind someone of an abandoned kitten. There was nothing puppy-like in his personality, thus a kitten was the next best thing, if one skipped a seal. "I... I-I'm not...g-good with people, Senpai... So you h-have to tell me..."
(Subtle Merridew reference lolol)
{{ Okie dokie then.}}"Of course I'm not fooling you. I don't find enjoyment in the suffering of others. It's cruel, unruly, and will surely affect my path later on down the road." Ammon smiled softly when his handkerchief was taken in a shy grasp. The boy looked simply adorable and shamefully so is type. The other boy was innocent and cute. It only made Ammon want to gather boy up in his arms and hug the other until all the tears ceased falling. Cuddle the boy like the little kitten he was. "I promise you I'm not fooling you. I truthfully want to know you more." Ammon gave a soft reassuring smile. His intent was everything kind.
{{ XD }}
(Is it okay if I enter this role play? I won't disrupt what ever you guys are doing though)
(Sorry, but I don't like group rps. Would you please find a different thread? I'm sorry ~T_T~)Hikaru continued to watch Ammon cautiously but slowly nodded in response to his words. "Um... Okay... Th-thank you, Senpai," he muttered, gently dabbing at his face with the hankerchief. It looked expensive and was soft enough to made out of a cloth he would never have any hope of touching again, so he took care when handling it. "U-um... D-do...do you w-w-want it back..? I... I-I don't know h-how to wash it..." He looked incredibly distressed when he held the cloth out to the older student.
"Your most Welcome." Ammon smiled and watched the other fret over his handkerchief. It just merely a good wash in a washer machine then put up to air dry. "If you don't mind giving it back." Though Ammon took it back in a light grasp. Folding it up and putting it in it's usual pocket until he could get to a place he could wash the fabric. "No need to stress it's easily cleaned and is hardy enough to last." Ammon assured before looking at his watch. He ready to do grap some lunch on break. "Would you like to join me for a walk in the park? Lunch will be on me."
Hikaru blushed brightly, his eyes hungry and his mouth watering. Yet he took a step back and swallowed past the growl that tried to rise from his stomach, luckily stopping it before it could sound. "I-I'm sorry, but I can't... I c-can't go out... And I c-can't e-e-e-eat with you... No... No f-f-food," he mumbled. It was hard to refuse such a kind, desperately needed offering. What he needed to do was find Mana—though he had no idea she was no longer available. He scratched absent-mindedly at the bruise on his jaw, only causing him to flinch. "I'm s-sorry, Senpai..."
((I AM SO SORRY TO MESSAGE IN THIS THREAD BUT THIS RP AGHHHHH))
(Lolol! No problem! Thanks!)
[[ :) ]]Ammon was not surprised by the other's reaction. It was a reaction he'd seen many times when he visited his close friends in the poor villages outside his father's estates. How people refused for loved ones at home would be harsh. It almost pulled a red flag but Ammon ignored it easily. It was easy to tell Ammon was beginning to read Mochu rather carefully with out making it to obvious. "It's truly alright you have no need to worry but would you enjoy joining me after classes to study later today instead?"
"I... I can't stay out l-later than Mother expects... I'm s-sorry, Senpai," Hikaru whispered, staring at the ground, his shoulders raised defensively. Refusing Ammon so much made him scared the boy would get angry with him. Anger at Hikaru's home meant an instant beating, even if he hadn't been what made his mother angry. "I... I-I can't.. I'm... I'm s-s-sorry, Senpai... I... I don't mean to keep sh-shooting you down..." His entire body trembled harder, making it far more noticeable. He was scared, that much was clear.
Ammon seemed defeated at this point but he wasn't angry in any sense. He guessed it was to be expected at this point. "Again, it's all right. I can understand. Curfews in my home were also very strict." Ammon scratched the back of his neck with a sigh. Another failed attempt at romance he supposed. "Then I suppose this is goodbye until another time? I've kept you here longer than I should have. Your most likely wanting to go correct?"
Hikaru was reaching out and grabbing the hem of the upperclassman's blazer before he could stop himself. When he realized what he did, he flinched and blushed, but he tightened his grip and took a small step closer. "I... I w-want to...stay... I.. I j-just can't... P...please don't s-s-say that you're n-not gonna talk to me a-again... At...at least l-lie to me," he begged, looking up at Ammon with tears shimmering in his eyes and beginning to slip down his cheeks. The poor boy couldn't stop shaking.
Ammon felt the grasp upon his school uniform jacket and how it tightened ever so slightly. The truth was Ammon had no idea on how he could find a time or place he could sit with Hikaru and talk. Classes took many hours and after them didn't seem to be open either. If you were him wouldn't you be the same way? "I said goodbye until another time. It does not mean I'm going to up and stop talking to you." Ammon promised that. He just needed to collect himself and find a better angle to approach this. His fingers gently wiping away falling tears. "I want to know you more but all I can do at this point is wait until a point in our schedules clear so we can meet once more." Ammon was sincere and honest.
Hikaru laughed at himself pathetically and nodded, releasing Ammon and taking a few shaky steps back. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Ammon-senpai... I... I'm sorry," he whimpered, hugging his computer case tighter to his chest. "I... I... I'll g-go... I'm sorry, Senpai." With that, the boy was turning and dashing down a hall just as the lunch bell rang and released students from class. Around him students laughed and shoved at him, the awkward kid, the weirdo. When he finally found the doors to leave the school, he could barely contain his tears and sobs. He raced home as fast as he could, to his only comfort, his abuser.
"It's......Fine." Ammon exhaled in a sigh as the other boy dashed away from him. It was the first time something like this had ever happened. Had he said or done something wrong? He had just spoken the obvious. He had to wait until they could both meet when time seemed more open to them. Though he eventually found himself following in secrecy. He watched Hikaru disappeared but thes bullies felt the hard cover spine of a book chop when they dared approuch him after the other boy had disappeared like Ammon hadn't seen anything at all. Sighing again as he returned to the class room he had ment to reside in to gather his things.
{{They could meet up by sheer chance once more? Theres a smaller park thread in the town role play folder. :) }}
(Hmmm... Hikaru isn't one for social places, but maybe a cafe could work?)
{{ Okay :) is there a thread cafe open? I'll start if so.}}
(I think so... Um... Would you mind reply to our PM rp?)
{{Alright I'll post on a cafe if the thread is open :) I did reply. I said if you'd like to.}}
{{Posted on the cafe thread :) }}
Yoshiyuki walked into the classroom, and looked around. He didn't expect anyone to be there, but he spotted someone he recognized sitting in the back of the room. "Hey, Haruki." He said, and walked over to him. He sat at the desk in front of the one he was at, and turned the chair around.
Haruki had been sitting quietly as always, his earbuds in and his hand jotting down some lyrics in his notebook. He looked adorable as always, wearing his fitted uniform, his usual striped scarf, his medical mask, and a pair of beige gloves. At the sound of Yoshiyuki's voice, he flinched and looked up, a blush creeping past the hem of his mask when the boy sat down in front of him. "G...g-g-g-g-good mor-mor-morn-ning, Y-Y-Yuk-ki-kun-n," he greeted in his soft voice. He even pulled his mask down to show his nose and mouth, surprisingly comfortable with the boy's presence. "H...h-h-how-w-w are-are y-y-you-u?" Despite his stutter, his small smile was warm and welcoming, his eyes shimmering a bit more golden than brown today.
Yoshiyuki smiled brightly at him, and looked at the notebook. "I'm great, thank you for asking." He said, and rested his chin on his hand. "What are you up to?" He asked, watching Haruki jot down things in his notebook. He could only assume that it was lyrics, but he didn't know for sure. He felt like the two were getting closer, despite only meeting a day or two ago. He looked a little surprised when the boy pulled his mask down, but only smiled even more as a response.
Haruki couldn't understand why exactly, but his heart fluttered when Yoshiyuki's smile widened, his own doing so in response. "Wr...wr-wr-wri-wri-writing ly-ly-ly-ly-lyr-rics," he informed the boy. Other people began walking into the room, and the first few didn't seem to notice Yoshiyuki and Haruki sitting together, but as more people filed in, more began whispering and pointing. Haruki became visibly uncomfortable, pulling up his mask, adjusting his gloves, and lowering his head. He didn't say much at all to Yoshiyuki in the first place, but after he pulled up the mask, he said nothing. Instead he turned his attention to his lyric notebook, though it was quite obvious by how his hands trembled that he was far more bothered than he was letting on. Despite his reclusive nature and blatant discomfort, people still continued to talk.One decided to get cocky. A tall boy walked over to Haruki's desk, making him tense and begin breathing a bit harder. "So Takenaka-kun, you gettin' friendly with him? He's a biiiiig trouble-maker. The first person you even talk to and you choose him? You have bad taste in clothes and people it seems," the boy growled, smirking triumphantly. Haruki trembled, and yet despite how the main cause for it was his being terrified of his classmate, a good bit of it was also his anger. Had this boy ever even spoken to Yoshiyuki?! Yoshiyuki was kind and gentle toward him, and he seemed like an overall good person, and that was just what he mustered up the courage to say to the boy. "Y...Y-Y-Y-Yuk-ki-kun-n is...is k-k...k-k-k-k-kin-kind-d," he stuttered. It was enough of a protest for his classmate to get angry. Haruki was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and yanked out of his seat, being held at least half a foot from the floor. His eyes widened in fear and he began hyperventilating, his stomach churning to the point that he thought he might vomit.
Yoshiyuki stood up, and glared at the boy holding Haruki up. "Hey, leave him alone!" He said, trying to keep from raising his voice. He stepped to the side, closing the distance between the boy and himself. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" He asked, looking at Haruki with concern in his eyes. As soon as he looked back at the boy though, the glare was back.
The teacher walked in just in time; before the boy's friend could punch Yoshiyuki, Haruki was thrown at Yoshiyuki's chest and the tormentors fled to their desks. Haruki was wide-eyed and hyperventilating softly under his mask. He didn't seem to be scared of touching Yoshiyuki luckily, but it was moreso because he was frozen with fear from the encounter. Tears began welling up in his pretty eyes and he only breathed harder.
Yoshiyuki widened his eyes in surprise, and looked at the people who fled to their desk. "God.." He mumbled under his breath, and looked at Haruki. He took a step back in case the boy would be scared, but he realized that he wasn't. "It's okay..Don't cry." He said softly trying to calm him. He could try to tell the teacher, but he doubted any other students would step up as witnesses to what had happened.
Haruki was shaking like a leaf, the only thing keeping him on his feet being the sturdy chest he had been thrown into. One of his hands clutched a trembling handful of Yoshiyuki's shirt, but the action was purely due to instinct. He said nothing, only staring wide-eyed and blankly at the floor. Abuse was far more normal to him than should be healthy, as his father and elder half-brothers absolutely despised him, but school was one of the few places he could escape that; that was what he had thought before at least. His eyes flashed to a girl as she muttered about him being a whimp for crying, and then to another when she hissed under her breath that he was probably a 'faggot'. He breathed impossibly harder and faster, the tears beginning to slip from his eyes involuntarily.
Yoshiyuki couldn't help but reach out and wipe the tears off of Haruki's face. "I'll talk to the teacher after class if you want, but you know, jerks will be jerks." He said, smiling softly. He really did want to give those kids a piece of his mind, but the teacher was in the classroom. He could feel the eyes of his classmates on them, but it was as if the two of them were in their own world. Haruki needing to be consoled, and Yoshiyuki trying to do exactly that.
Haruki nodded slightly to what Yoshiyuki said, but he couldn't let go of the boy, nor could he stop his tears. They're staring. Staring staring staring staring staring staring sta-staring. They're judge-judge-judging me, us. Us us us. They're stare-stare-stare-staring at Yuki-kun too, too, too, too. It's all my fault. My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault. They're staring, they're staring, they're staring, they're staring, they're staring, they're staring they're staring, staring staring staringstaringstaringstaringstaringstaring. It's all my fault. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to leave. Before he could control himself, he escaped. Unfortunately, it wasn't in the desired way. His legs gave out under him from all of his shaking and he fell to his knees, hugging himself as his vision went black. He could barely hear people speaking around him, though Yoshiyuki's voice, if he spoke, was definitely the clearest. But he couldn't act as he wanted to. He was not escaping but instead was in the throes of a panic attack. Outside of his head, he was sweating and hyperventilating, his eyes wide and over-flowing with tears. He was clutching so harshly at his own body that it looked as if he would make himself bleed through his clothes. He muttered to himself, but his words were impossible to understand. No one could reach him.
Yoshiyuki crouched down in front of him, and looked at the people behind him with a glare, as if he was saying 'look what you did'. He wasn't sure how to deal with someone having a panic attack so he repeated the words, "breathe" and "relax". He looked at the teacher. "Can you call the nurse?" He asked, unsure if the nurse would be needed or not. He guessed most likely, but the answer was unknown.
