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Hajime Hinata didn't want to go back to school. Like every other normal guy, school wasn't a place of true happiness for him, however, his grades weren't that bad. He wasn't an A+ person, but he usually scored around a C+. Satisfying, to say the least. Hinata would walk to school by himself, as he is now, humming a tune to a song he can't remember, but it didn't particularly bother him that he couldn't remember the name of the song.
One of the things that the brunette was thinking about was his classmates, all 15 of them; they certainly weren't ordinary people. One's a traditional dancer, with the looks of a 7-year-old and the words of a... Well, a person who calls people 'skanky pig bitches' all the time. Another's a mechanic with bright pink hair that stalks a princess. Another is a guy with white, unruly hair and a disturbing obsession with hop. And there was so much to say about Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. Hajime could even lost quite a few things off the top of his head;
- He is a total babyface.
- He is short. But not as short as Saionji.
- He wears, and only wears, a pinstripe suit.
- He will shoot someone (Taking it to drastic measures, would he even shoot Pekoyama?) in the face rather than drink milk.
- He is a yakuza.
Sometimes, when Hinata passes Kuzuryuu in the halls, he thinks, 'irony is the greatest'. And Kuzuryuu undoubtedly thinks, 'Fuck you.' Before Hinata can realise, he's standing before the towering school he knows so well; Hope's Peak Academy. A somewhat nostalgic smile takes place on his face as he scans the school's outside. He knows what window leads to what classroom, and vaguely where the gymnasium and cafeteria is- but it isn't actually important, he thinks. It's time to get into school.
Hajime pushes open the double doors with a familiar gesture, and sees a few people from the first year blinking at him. Makoto Naegi, a boy quite similar to him (with a few differences, the most significant being height) walks up to him and smiles, with the addition of, "Good morning, Hinata-san!" Hajime says good morning back and then excuses himself by saying he needs to get to class. Hinata starts off again, walking with a quick step before turning around to look at Naegi once more. Naegi looks at another male, wearing a sharp business-suit. I think that's the heir in the first year. Toga-something.
Hajime climbs the steps that leads to the second-year's halls. Koizumi greets him, as she is hanging around her locker with Saionji when he arrives. On a completely unrelative term, Hajime asks, "Have you seen Kuzuryuu-san?" The only state of interest he really had was that Kuzuryuu-san could've gotten into a gang battle and killed himself or something. Well, not killed, but just badly hurt. "No, sorry, I hav-"
"Why would you be looking for that teeny tiny weirdo?" Saionji interrupts Koizumi, and finishes her question with a giggle. "Hiyoko-chan. Hinata-san is a friend of Kuzuryuu-san's, and friends care for how each other are." Koizumi explains in the best calm voice she can. Hiyoko only makes a small 'hmph', and at that point I pull another smile and walk on by the two. I see Owari next, leaning on a windowsill and munching on some chicken. Before class snacks, I suppose...?
Next person I see is Pekoyama. It brings me a little relief, since the swordswoman wouldn't usually leave Kuzuryuu's side, so I casually walk up to her and ask if he's here. "No." Is all she says.
"Um, Pekoyama-san, if you don't mind me asking, why is he not here?"
"I don't know. I think he was injured." She replies blatantly. That small little 'oh no' firework goes off inside of him. However, he's sure there are more important things in the grand scheme of everything, like the bell that's ringing for class.
First period isn't that bad. Hajime's train of thoughts eventually swerve to Kuzuryuu, and his empty desk next to where the brunette currently sits. He lets out a small sigh and rests his chin on his right hand and looks at Miss. Monomi (the teacher with a wisp that speaks wike this aww the time) who's desperately trying to get Kazuichi's attention. Kazuichi Souda's absent-mindedly daydreaming, staring at the back of Sonia-san's head. Typical, he thinks.
After class, Hajime heads out into the hallways and sees a very familiar face.
"Hey, Kuzuryuu-san." Hinata smiles and waves, despite Kuzuryuu not even looking his way. When he turns, Hajime can't help but observe, 'Why've you got that huge bandage around your eye?'