"Kazuya, wake up," Seirin's voice behind him. Kazuya's childhood sweetheart.
"Hurt!!! What are you doing, Rin?" Another pinch after Hairen's pinch.
His childhood sweetheart pointed his finger to the front. "Stupid, everyone staring at you." Rin's awkward smile.
Kazuya and the class staring contest at each other. It's right when he's still the only one who is still sitting down.
Kazuya's high and dry lost in thought in helplessness days. He gets up and pays respect to teacher as he leaves the class.
That's delusional. He's starting to teach the class. Greeting, and Kazuya's head is down on the desk again.
The lesson started but Kazuya barely could hold the pen without angerily shaking. Kazuya unfeigned 'I am so pissed off' immunize of class administration admiration to Hairen.
'Hurry up and get out damned out of my class.' He's getting sleepy plus can't withstand Hairen teaching the subject. It makes his head spinning and eyelid heavier.
1 hour subdue conquest ungrudging steep implant in his head.
"That's all for today. Don't dalliance your homework." Hairen tidy up his teaching materials and walked out.
Done!
"What wrong, Kazehaya? You dreamed a lot these days." Tsukimiya Fuyuki leaning to the desk with arms crossed. In cunning thoughts, he looks cool as how the act. The first friend Kazuya made in a new school in Kyoto countryside.
"Because I like it?" Kazuya was fallacious not to burden friends with his scrappy useless thought.
Rin nudges Kazuya's shoulder. "Kazuya, want to take a stroll around the village? There are plenty of things you always bye-bye to do in Tokyo, but you can do them here. It's cool." Rin's brilliant smile.
Kazuya's rejuvenates pastoral feelings to see Rin after a long time of longing.
Forgot the conversant fun time in childhood. Fishing, bathing in the river, running in his grandfather's orchard while hunting insects, playing children's games, exploring new sites, finding new things, and many more.
"Let's have fun before I am transferring to another school soon."
He's completely forgotten that. Rin will be transferred to neighboring school when he just gets here. There as it's, it's just the next neighbor's schooling.
"You two being too chatterbox with each other?"
Kazuya and Rin's eyes on each other going clueless at Fuyuki. "What, Tsukimiya?" Kazuya's clarify question.
"Kazehaya is just transferred here and you calling him by his first name. Isn't it too fast-forwarding?"
Kazuya and Rin aren't a miser who bust a gut at other people. The end of it is a chuckle. "We've known each other for a long time. It's the term of childhood sweethearts."
Fuyuki's poker face was partly disbelief. "So, I am the one who is out of your league."
"Why not call me by my first name too?"
"Eh…?" Word almost a shard rejection at first glance, Fuyuki's facile stagy effective. "Kazuya."
It doesn't give Kazuya damn whatever the guy wants to call him. Kazuya's concern right now is a triplet tenants who's living with him as well as his grandparents who fishes in troubled waters shrinking off from responsibility from the tiny bit piece of paper. A parable unknown to others but Rin. Rin's light tap on Kazuya's shoulder makes him startled. "Let's go out this weekend okay."
Kazuya smiled. He's gullible to Rin's ejaculate tender passion. A scion of vendors eCommerce grocery in the countryside. An announcement over PA, saying the next teacher for the other subject is unable to attend the class. Class noisiness is blazon to Kazuya's furtive glance.
Flowers odoriferous splurge in spring season etched especially to the countryside. The impassioned countryside was drenched with grassy, knee fence barrier keeper of vigorous sheep, and overwhelm scenic beautiful varieties of flowers. Should he go somewhere and sleep?
The school's backyard is always a proven chord to besmirch the grades in exams. Kazuya's negligible chiding after every subject will earn him a sherpherds' flute later explicate on teachers' cringe. Teachers' intricate incantation as in games in unending tutelage induces perspicuous asking him to be a maven adverse of how himself.
Kazuya's ennoble wristwatch showed no entreaty not to have sleep for that 1 hour. The headache after Hairen's class. The bench is not comfortable to lay down but as long as he can sleep, it doesn't matter. As the eyes stared far into abundant green leaves arching over forming a canopy over sunlit, a sudden rustle from the bush.
Kazuya gets up with his eyes's perception to the direction. Curiosity killed the cat lead reciprocating mendacious dissatisfaction. Seems like a silhouette to no avail will come perplexing to the eyes. A translucent plush fluffy animal sleeping there.
Kazuya swamped with the inebriate of 'Wh…what…what…?'.
Fox? Wolf? A slapdash wet behind the ears crazy thinking he has. He wants to laugh at drollness.
Does the school interim have an outlet for that kind of animal here?
Unfortunately, Kazuya's ill-fated destiny showering hard on him, a tin can he stepped on, he or she or both genders, the eye zoom is wide awake. Thanks to refection trash weren't properly trashed into the trash bin, he was about to become a reflection refection for it.
It is prepossessing entry refraction of light hails majestically entrench to bite him to the pieces.
Kazuya wants to abscond looking coot in its eyes. Hailing stouthearted closed eyes running, Kazuya ends up astute kissing the building wall. Bouncing off a few steps and end up laying on the ground. Kazuya touched his forehead. Quite hurt.
A few passing by students squinted their eyes at him. Never seen a preeminent captious running. Kazuya's ears heard hallow laughing. A facile fun to squirm hard at it. Kazuya's soft, tender, fluffy instinct to send those guys to bloomery.
"Are you okay?" Their regaled question.
"Yes, I'm fine." Least said soonest mended.
"Is he okay?" Asked the other.
"Let's bring him to the infirmary, for now." The last voice to speak amongst three.
Kazuya takes it for granted but dynamic integrates no blandishment to go there. Therefore, it's no!!!
Kazuya's precious liar mettle crackajack. He got a massive magpie manufactured for not going to the infirmary. "Let's go back to square one. I'm fine." The end.
"Are you sure? You hit the wall hard."
"Alright, we're leaving. The wall is a carapace. You're going to reap a whirlwind running like that. Be careful, why aren't you?"
Friends' finery advice worth a million go in one ear and out the other. Kazuya leaning against the wall with closed eyes because of dizziness waiting for the speech to end.
"Do you hear me?" one of them touches Kazuya's shoulder lightly. Kazuya's head falls on his shoulder.
"Is he sleeping?"
"Let's bring to him infirmary. After all, he hit the head to the wall," snicker the other.
"Fine."
The infirmary was seen without the doctor. Seconds in hundreds of years later, the doctor come out.
"What is it?"
"Sensei, the guy here passed out in the backyard earlier."
"Go lay him on the bed over there."
The student nodded. He carried Kazuya along the way and laid him down on it.
"Then, we will excuse ourselves first." All of them leave the infirmary.
The doctor watch students' back at the doorway till he's back in and close the door. Kira pulled the beige curtain from the side.
The sun is setting down.
Recuperating session plus the sleeping bonus, Kazuya woke up. The ceiling of the unfamiliar room retells the story the students in the backyard didn't detach him.
Kazuya's touching bulging swollen and bruises forehead. Kazuya's quick to realizes something soon. The infirmary ceiling!!!
Kazuya's aberrant ferocious scrappy spool dedicated to infirmary deepen. His villainous fume and chide are not at a bare minimum!!!
"Are you okay?" The infirmary doctor's question.
Illegible sudden thunder in his head upon hearing distinction sudden voice. It's a dinky reason why he hates the infirmary. Mounted reason has definite meaning to see another tenant's face in the infirmary after the tenant's face in the class.
Could feel his pain drastically increase upon seeing the tenant's face?
Kazuya's slaphappy face. "Yes, I am okay." He gets up from the bed. "Thank you …treating…my wounds..." The stuttering words trying to endure the anger.
Kira's leans his face closer to Kazuya. "Are you okay?"
Startled at the sudden approach, Kazuya plunged into improvised iniquity more intensely! "Get your beauteousness ten millimeters away from my face. I won't get healthy by your face leaning closer to me."
My dear self won't hesitate to punch your handsome face to plump.
"Please allow me to return to the class." Kazuya walked to the door.
"Class? What class do you have at this time?" asked the tenant.
The doorknob turning paused. Kira's allegation wheedled him to turn his face to him.
To help a little master, Kira pointed his finger to a window.
Scorching burning orange golden yellow sunlight in distant composed poignant burning in his eyes. At glance at the infirmary clock on the wall, what kind of human monster sleeps in hundreds of thousands of years' time?
"Wait at the car after packing your bag." Kira gets up. His walking to dividing partition between the treatment room and his office. A abrupt second flashing thought in mind, he stopped.
"What's it?"
"A kind reminder to remind you if you do have repetition classes?" Kira turns to him.
Another door gets slammed by Kazehaya Kazuya. The car and infirmary.
The sun willowy pace setting down. Kazuya slow walking along the corridor while having dribbling thoughts in his head, 'Does everyone already gone home? More likely homework will be mountain look like'.
Sigh.
Kazuya's eyes gaze far outside through window glass. The sunset's anti-crepuscular rays are beautiful. A never paid attention before brings out serfdom aegis glee.
It never feels long to reach the classroom before it, but injury takes it time to heal. Its implications on whole body movements. Kazuya's hand to bandaged forehead.
Little touch presuming it will be swollen big following track of time. Standing at the classroom door, Hairen's stunning figure leaning against on one of the student tables looking out to sunset in far horizon vibe out lustrous opulent clandestine in Kazuya's eyes.
Hairen turns to ryokan little master. "I see you're in great health today." Hairen's question incites crossfire between him and Kazuya. He unsheathed a jerk mode question. The type of Kazuya hates the most.
"I came to bring my things home, Mr. Tenant." Kazuya boiled blood level increases crossing fate and destiny whenever he sees him. No, it's three of them.
"A thoroughly leisurely your napping time?"
Kazuya's silent burst out in anger. "Yes, I'm. Thoroughly." He's not going to lose in any competitions bet it games and people.
Especially people giving him so much mordant complaisant lately. Let's be honest once in a while.
"It's not even I want to go…there…" The ray of light from the sunset is stronger at moment. It's blinding and dazzling sunlight rays.
"Does it hurt?" A sudden touch from Hairen at his injured forehead makes Kazuya dumbstruck.
"I injured my forehead and end up in the infirmary".
The trickle of tears flowed down. He doesn't understand the overflowing emotions. Kazuya shoves Hairen's hand away with a light and gentle touch way. "I am fine."
"It must be fun to run with closed eyes." No conversation can keep up without a mocking.
"What?" Kazuya looked up to him. The guy with no milder words from his mouth.
Hairen wipes off trailed tears from Kazuya's cheeks. "As you have never seen such a beast from the games."
"Are you to preach me about it?"
"Why are you running if so coming out from your mouth? I only thought you have never seen it and be coward enough to sprint till I get a reprimanded from headmaster you're not in the class for the whole subject except mine."
No words and no second wasted, Kazuya flounces away and walked till realizing he was at the entrance school gateway.
Kazuya's eyes catch a tin can near the gate. Another non-responsible human threw tin cans wherever that human pleased.
Has he ever touched him in that way before? He's sure not. The periodical periods long longing lingering touch. He feels the sense. Where's it?
Kazuya is in tear-jerking mode kicking the tin can. It flew toward the face of the school security head. Luka.
"Kazuya, be in a civilized manner. Garbage isn't for kicking it into someone's face." Luka catches it in his hand.
The completed circle of his grandfather's ryokan tenants. The tenants who work at the same place and the icing on the cake, at his school. End.