He Was running down the street, about to pass a corner. He was tall, probably around 5'8", He had long black hair that went down to his shoulders, and dark blue eyes to match, to tie it all together, he was dressed in a very expensive looking black and white suit. On the other side of this corner, She was significantly shorter, riding on a green bike about to turn left around a corner. She was 4'10" most likely, she had short red hair, with Hazel eyes to compliment, She however, was not dressed as well as him. She wore black sweatpants, with a stained white sweater.
All in a fraction of a second, they collided around that corner. The mans' shin was hit by the girls bike, and fell directly onto his wrist, most likely spraining it. The girl fell over onto her side with the bike after hitting his shin. They both begin to get up, but he is moving much quicker than her. He grabs a bag that he dropped, and begins running again.
"S-Sorry!" He yelled back at her as he ran down the street again. The girl sat on the sidewalk looking at the cut she got from this.
His name was Haru Ito. It was about midday, the day before school started. Haru was a 10th year student in high school, he lived in the kanto region his whole life, but due to his father's work, they moved around a lot. Haru was always top of his class, never slacking off, or messing around, but it cost him any sort of social life, not only that, but he dealt with family troubles at home. His mother worked all day in the nearby hospital, and his father worked from home. Haru turned down his street, his family wasn't wealthy, but they had enough to get by. The neighborhood Haru lived in was a simple city outskirt neighborhood. He walked up to his door and looked over at the driveway and saw his mom's car. "Moms home? This early huh?" He thought to himself as he opened the door.
"Im home…" He barely yelled into the front hallway of his house. His house was always kept neat by his mom when she cleaned, and she obviously cleaned today. The hardwood floors of his house were waxed and vacuumed, and all the shoes were cleaned in the hallway. He walked down the hallway into his kitchen and saw his mom washing dishes.
"Oh…. Mom, you're home early," He said look away from his mom walking towards the door to the living room.
"Oh, Haru!" She turned happily. Haru was about 15, his mom was only 36, and his father was 53. The age gap would always throw people off. Haru's mom was a very happy, upbeat person. She had short dark brown hair, and wide amber eyes. He definitely got his height from her, she was 5'7". She looked back at her dishes and said to Haru, "No Dr. Nakamura today?" she said in a concerned voice.
Haru was caught off guard by the question at first, "O-oh….. About that mom. I-i decided that it's not really helping me, so i'm not gonna go anymore…." He says stuttering occasionally due to anxiety.
"I expected you to say that at some point…" she stops doing the dishes and walks over and stands in front of Haru. She stands there for a few moments before pulling him into a hug and saying to him, "One day we will find someone who can help you," She begins rubbing his back. Haru pulls away after a while and looks like he wants to say something but he shakes his head and walks away, as his mom goes back to dishes. Haru walks into the living room, he sees his father standing looking out the window.
"I heard what you said to her in the other room," He says sternly and almost a bit aggressive, "Is that true?" He says turning his head looking back at him. Haru was standing there like a deer in headlights, he was clearly freaking out, "Is it true!" He yells as he slams his fist on a coffee table.
"Y-yes father! I-its….. True.." He says struggling to get the words out the whole time.
"You piece of shit!" He goes over to Haru and punches him right in the gut. Haru falls to the ground coughing. His father pulls him up by his hair and slaps him. "You can't just sit around and hope you'll be ok! I want a son I can be proud of!!!!" He yells right into Harus face, and lets go of his hair.
"Yes father. It won't happen again father" He says almost roboticly as he gets up and begins walking up the stairs. He walks into his room and closes his door slowly and sits on his bed. His room was well kept, but he didn't have much. He had a spot to sleep, a desk with his bag and school supplies, and a lamp. He sat on his bed staring at his hands.
"A son he can be proud of…" He says to himself, "If only i could be that son…" He gets and grabs his bag. He opened it up only to find that it's just a manga collection. All the color left his face as he's just left with a blank expression
"Hmm?" He looks through the bag, he finds out that below the manga…. There's more manga. The reality sets it on him, that this is in fact, not his bag.
"O-Oh god... This means that…. That girl has it!" He says standing up and going over to his desk. He grabs a pencil and paper and does his best to sketch her face off of memory. He finishes up after an hour of drawing, and aggressive thinking. It's not a dead match, but it's close enough to remember her face, he mostly screwed up the eyes, and her jawline .
He sighs, "Of course i'm the person to get his bag switched with someone who has the EXACT same bag as me," He lays on his bed and looks up at the ceiling, "Can i really do this anymore?" He says to himself as he rolls over to his side and looks at the drawing of the girl, "What are really the chances of me ever seeing her again," He says sarcastically as he drops it and closes his eyes.
Her name was Tomoko Sakai, she was in her 10th year as well. She was originally born in Kyoto, but moved in the beginning of summer. Tomoko never really focused too hard on her studies, or friends, she believed them both to be a waste of time. She had a very snappy personality, if you annoyed her too much, she would just yell at you until your eardrums burst. Her parents decided that it would be best if they left Kyoto, and went to the Kanto region. Her father was an office worker, nobody really knows what he does. Her mother always had a thing for strong alcohol, it drove a wedge between her and Tomoko. Tomoko never really liked her mother's drinking habits, this led to them having their fair share of screaming arguments while her dad was at work. She walked up the stairs to their small city apartment. She opened the door and was right into the kitchen, and saw her mom passed out of the floor with a bottle of booze in her hands.
"Jeez. What a pathetic person" Tomoko said as she walked away. She walked up the stairs and went into her room. Her room was a mess, clothes spread out everywhere, and her bed unmade. She had a bed, a desk, and 2 bookshelves filled with manga. She goes to sit on her bed and pulls her bag onto the bed as well, "Alright! Lets see what we got today!" She opens the bag only to see a small leather case. She pulls it out and opens it, to see a well kept violin. She slowly begins to realize that this, ALSO, isn't her bag, "Wait, who the hell could have my bag?" She sits thinking for a few moments before having a eureka moment, "That weird tall guy! He has my bag!" She says ecstatically. The happiness that was in her face leaves, as she realizes, she's most likely never gonna see him again.