Black clouds that looked exactly like coal began to cover the sky. Heavy winds started to pick up speed causing even the oldest trees to shake their olden branches. The sound of water dripping was all that could be heard in the male's bathroom. The hellish college was ending right about now and Hayato was about done cleaning his face of blood. He took note of his pathetic appearance in the crack glass window.
Hayato was somewhat short and a scrawny young man with little to no athletic background. He always preferred reading over anything that involved sports. It was funny, because despite reading all the time he was failing all his courses. Well, technically not all -- he was passing art but that won't save him from being kicked out. He turned the knob on the sink, for a couple of seconds gurgle noises came out from the sink. Water (that look of a gray color) then finally came out so he could wash his face. He skin was a sickly pale color that made him look like a ghost, his dark hair reached up to the nape of his neck. It may be because of his ghostly skin tone but his hair match a pitched black sky.
Once he was done he wiped his face with scratchy paper, he put on his black circle rimmed glasses then prepared to go back home to his small apartment. Hayato was a lonely young man --- well he had one friend, Kihei Sasaki but he was always out drinking and messing around with girls that Hayato barely hung out or even text him. Hayato pushed the doors free from hell, a guy suddenly pushed him down the short flight of stairs. The young man's carrier bag flew off his shoulder, causing a bunch of crumpled papers to fly out. 'Pathetic . . .' Hayato thought to himself as he heard multiple snickers ad giggles. 'A 20 year old getting bullied. . .'
"Woah, Hayato-kun!" A familiar voice called out to him. Hayato looked up to see his friend, Kihei jog over to him. The black haired boy frowned, looking away from him not wanting help. He began to quickly pick up his papers but Kihei was quite fast. "Need help?" He asked with a smile as he handed some papers to him. Hayato quickly snatched them out from his hand not caring if he gave Kihei a papercut.
"No thanks." He mumbled dryly as he dusted himself off. "And don't call me Hayato-kun. . ."