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Makoto had woken up to sunlight streaming in from his window and onto his face. He stretched as he got out of bed and changed into some actual clothing.
By the time he was done changing, he threaded a few paper cranes he had folded yesterday onto one of the threads hanging from his ceiling, “Okay, so that makes about ninety-seven, about nine-hundred more to go,” he said to himself as he left three marks on his whiteboard.
After about a minute or so, a knock on his door was heard, so he stood from his bed and answered it.
“Sayaka-chan!”
His best friend, Sayaka Maizono had always come to walk with him from his room, to breakfast, et cetera. Although Sayaka had confessed to him two years prior, they had still managed to stay good friends. With her was her girlfriend, Mukuro Ikusaba- a girl who had hit it off with Sayaka a year earlier.
“Wow Naegi-kun, for once you didn’t need Sayaka to wake you up, huh?” He rolled his eyes at Mukuro’s remark as Sayaka playfully elbows the soldier in the arm. “Anyway, we’re all waiting for you downstairs, c’mon,” the idol says as she motions for Makoto to follow.
Makoto chuckled as he shoved his hands in his pockets, “You guys seriously don’t have to walk with me every day, y’know,” he said as he started walking with the two girls. “Oh we know,” Sayaka started, “we just do it because we like to.”
After a few minutes of walking and making friendly banter, the three eventually reach downstairs where almost everyone is waiting. He was greeted by a few people giving lazy waves and ‘heys.’ Sayaka eventually led him to his seat and told him to sit and wait for everyone else.
The only people who weren’t there were Celes, Touko, and Byakuya. To be fair, they were a few of the people who showed up last, so it wasn’t much of a surprise.
The first of the missing three to arrive was Celes, who formally apologised with a wave of her hands before sitting down next to Kyoko. The next was Touko who rushed towards a seat furthest away from everyone else.
The last was Byakuya who didn’t even bother to greet the rest of the students before taking a seat next to Makoto.
“Um, why aren’t you sitting next to Fukawa-san over there?” he said, pointing to where the writing prodigy was sitting. Byakuya shut the book he was reading and turned to face the boy with narrow eyes, “Do you want me to sit next to my own stalker?” He said as if Makoto had given him such an obvious question.
Makoto’s eyes darted to the side awkwardly, “Right, sorry…” The blond sighed and opened his book as he continued to read.
For the entirety of breakfast, Makoto stayed silent and started folding a few more paper cranes. Despite the chatter from the other students in his class, he refused to talk to anyone for the period- which was odd considering he was usually rather talkative.
By the time the bell rang, the rest of the students headed off to their classes. Makoto picked up whatever he had folded and started walking off.
The moment Makoto was out of sight, Byakuya shut his book and got out of his seat. He walked over to where Makoto had just taken off towards class and bent down to pick up one of his paper cranes. He eyed it for a few seconds before putting it in his pocket with the intent of giving it back later.