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I still remember very clearly how were my school days, altough i only went to scholl for 1 or 3 years due to time consuming works i still remember very clearly how were my school days.
When i first entered that school i was hopefull, i believed i could make friendships, wich was foolish of me i should've imagined angels wouldn't be that nice, even if i wasn't yet privy of this concept.
I had entered that new school rather quietly and was taking my time to get used to new enviorment.
It was a quiet school, or quiet when i was around, i forgot that new people aren't always welcome, at first the students simply ignored me or were cold to me wich i got used to quickly.
However as they got comfortable with my presence they started to get more "mean", they would leave early leaving me to clean classrooms alone or claim to have time consuming business to push class works onto me.
It became a standard, they would ignore me then talk to me when i could prove usefull to them, that followed for half of the first year that i was there, by that time i was still in hopes of being able of befriending said angels, wich again was foolish of me.
After the first half of the year passed, the amount of school assignments acumulated wich wasn't exactly a problem for me that had handed in all assignments at time, the problem were my classmates, most of them hadn't finished theirs.
Wich meant they needed a quick and lazy way of finishing that fast, and i just happened to be that way, at first i didn't mind honestly, and besides even if i did mind i was kind of a big pushover (still am) i couldn't refuse when they kept using the words that were my weak spot (please, i beg of you etc) what really became a problem was that every time that i got even a single thing wrong on their assignments they would lock me in the storage room.
I remember when they did that for the first time, if i am correct i had misplaced two commas in Masaki's essay deducting from him around 0,5 points, to say the least he wasn't happy, he went to talk to me while i was helping a janitor out (i had befriended him, he was so nice he almost looked like a demon) he told me that he couldn't reach something that he needed in the storage room, me as naive as i were went to help him without even questioning that he was taller then me...
When we got there i remember him saying something along the lines of "well Suzuki... i have been seeing that.. well your behaviour hasn't been very great"
I had no idea what he meant by that so i tried questioning a bit nervous "w-what does that mea-" but before i could even finish my sentence.
He got out of that tiny room in a heartbeat i could hear the locking sound as i got increasingly nervous and sweaty "so as a form of a corrective treatment i will lock you there for a while to fix your behaviour...... just a note to not hand us wrong assignments"
I could hear Masaki's angelical laugh from out of the door as i was still trying to process what had happened, my legs gave out and i felt with my knees, the firsts to touch that cold flat floor.
I had been there for around 7 hours by then and had already gave up trying to leave, i had tried to scream for help i had tried to bang in the door to get someone's atention, but now i was just there, staring at those supplies, the storage had some especific for glass cleaning chemicals, some more concentrated to smell, and even bucker and mops, it was already night and the room was dark with rhe chill of the night and small ounce of light coming through a myscroscopic window.
I was scared..... not scared of Masaki or the room or the dark but of what came after that, what would be the results of missing a day of work of having to face my parents of having to plan an apology to his manager...
And well as much as that had scared him when he was locked there the curent Iruma Suzuki wasn't feeling like recalling thar at the moment, especially considering that he wanted only to recall his school moments at that moment.
Well continuing the next time he remembered