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Akaashi sighed as he began walking towards the school grounds. The sun shone brightly onto his face, threatening almost. He didn't have enough sleep last night and he wished he didn't have school today. He didn't hate studying or anything of the such - It's just that he didn't have a group of friends he could be around with and it could get kind of lonely at times for him. Furthermore, he wasn't ready for another day of getting beaten up by those horrible popular kids at school.
"I just want to go back home." Akaashi wished to himself.
He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he hadn't notice someone walking in front of him and accidentally bumped into the unknown figure. He glanced above to see a familiar looking boy in front of him. "I'm sorry," he mumbled and quickly paced past him towards the white building towering in front of him.
He continued his small journey on foot and proceeded to his locker. He thought that he would be able to make it to class safe and unharmed today, only to find Yūji Terushima, a familiar blonde 2nd year with piercings, along with his posse gathered by his locker, much to his misfortune and dismay. Akaashi started backing away as Terushima walked towards him. "Well, well, isn't this our favorite boy Akaashi Keiji ?" Terushima smirked as he swung his fist towards Akaashi.
Akaashi winced as he felt an intense bolt of pain in his abdomen. Terushima snarled, "Aren't you going to do anything, Keiji?" He cackled almost menacingly before grinning. "Why are you so weak? You can't even defend yourself, loser." Akaashi remained as silent as possible. He knew that speaking up wouldn't do any good for him. He merely accepted the physical abuse that Terushima and his friends were landing on his body. Akaashi could taste that familiar metallic taste of blood all too well as blood trailed down the pale skin of cheeks. "How bad are the beatings this time?" Akaashi asked himself.
"Hey, Terushima, back away from him." A loud voice shouted from the other end of the corridor. Terushima's cold gaze shifted from Akaashi to the direction of the new voice and fear had glistened in his eyes. Bokuto and his friends were walking towards them and they had no other choice but to back off. "Keiji, it's your lucky day. I will be coming back for you." He spat a lump of saliva that almost hit Akaashi before he began running away from the scene along with his friends.
Akaashi closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt a very strong presence in front of him and immediately opened his eyes to see Bokuto Koutarou squatting in front of him, trying to examine his face.
"Hey, Akaashi Keiji right ? Are you alright ? You don't look too well." His voice was laced with concern. Akaashi stared at Bokuto for a few seconds. He wasn't well adjusted to people initiating conversation with him, let alone defending him. "You look really bad, c'mon let's get you washed up. We wouldn't want you showing up to class looking like that." He reached out his hand in an effort to help Akaashi up.
Akaashi simply shook head. "No, you don't have to. You've helped me enough, thank you." He said before letting out a heavy sigh. Bokuto raised an eyebrow, still focused on the bruises that Terushima had caused on Akaashi's body. "I insist," He grabs Akaashi's arms and gently pulled him up and places his hand over his shoulders for support. Akaashi ignored the stinging pain and walked towards the washroom with Bokuto guiding him. Bokuto turned to look at his friends, signalling a hand gesture to tell them to go away.
When they arrived at the school washroom, Akaashi started to clean himself up, wiping the blood stains off of his face and rinsing his arms, dabbing water slowly onto the bruises inflicted on him.
"Damn, this is really horrible." He mumbled to himself.
Akaashi cleaned himself as quickly as he could while Bokuto awaited for him as he leaned by the frame of the door, watching him intensely. Akaashi let out a brief and heavy sigh as he wiped his face with the paper towel gently.
"Hey Akaashi, you sure you're okay? Do you want to go home and rest for the day ?" Bokuto asked, being careful not to say anything stupid.
Akaashi looked over to the boy with spiky white and black hair. "Yes, this happens almost every day. You don't worry about it too much." He said monotonously before he began walking out the washroom and towards his classroom. Bokuto followed behind him, observing Akaashi and noticing the little subtle body language Akaashi portrayed and how he was almost limping.
"Akaashi, I know that we've only just met a while ago but please do tell me if you're having problems with Terushima and his stupid friends." Bokuto quickly offered without a second thought. "I really hate those ignorant dudes who are always picking on people just because of they look fierce as shit."
Akaashi merely nodded. He wasn't entirely comfortable with this guy pestering him so he'd pace up a little so he could reach to the classroom faster. Bokuto was saying something about joining his friends, Akaashi wasn't sure because he wasn't listening to him. As they slowly approached the classroom, Akaashi slowed down his pace and was hesitating on going in. Bokuto looked at Akaashi with a questioning face. Akaashi sighed and opened the door to walk in. No one took notice of him. Nobody cared anyways. Akaashi walked towards his seat, plopped himself onto the chair and put his head on the table, not caring about what the teacher was talking. Bokuto went towards the seat beside Akaashi and sat down. He tried to concentrate in class but he couldn't. Who could blame him ? His crush finally talked to him and was sitting beside him right now. Bokuto however sighed frustratingly as he recalled about how he had just witnessed Akaashi being beaten up by that punk, Terushima.
"Terushima, I swear you'll never see daylight if you hurt him one more time." Bokuto thought to himself.
Today's going to be a long day.