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FUJISHIMA SATOSHI
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
"Hey, Satoshi-kun. I think your friends aren't here today so do you want to join me for lunch? I'm sure Hazuki wouldn't mind if I brought along a friend or two." Before he even had time to think about it, Satoshi blurted out, "Yes! I would like that..." He could feel his face growing red and hurried to finish packing his things, smiling awkwardly as he followed Natsuki. For a few minutes he couldn't decide whether to try and make conversation or not to, knowing Natsuki wasn't very talkative, but ended up chatting lightly about the two writing classes they shared.
For the first time in a long while, Satoshi found himself rambling passionately about literature, and it was to someone who could share at least a fraction of his enthusiasm for the subject. The Cafeteria was noisy as always, and crowded with people as they made their way in. On the other side of the room Satoshi noticed that a group of girls were shooting him death glares. He shrunk into himself slightly and continued his conversation.
Hazuki, whom Satoshi had seen many times but never met, what quite the interesting person. At first he was overwhelmed by how loud and charismatic the guy was, but the discomfort didn't last very long, though his face remained as red as a tomato. He was enjoying the company of his two classmates. It had been years since he'd had a nice conversation with someone from outside his group of friends, and he was slightly surprised to find that he almost preferred the presence of Natsuki and Hazuki, compared to the loud, boisterous group he'd met through Ryou and Akatsuki.
By the time the warning bell rang overhead, Satoshi didn't want to go to class. "Um...my friends won't be allowed back into the school until next week, and I was wondering...is it okay if I sit with you guys again tomorrow?" He silently hoped he wasn't being too bold or anything.
For the first time in a long while, Satoshi found himself rambling passionately about literature, and it was to someone who could share at least a fraction of his enthusiasm for the subject. The Cafeteria was noisy as always, and crowded with people as they made their way in. On the other side of the room Satoshi noticed that a group of girls were shooting him death glares. He shrunk into himself slightly and continued his conversation.
Hazuki, whom Satoshi had seen many times but never met, what quite the interesting person. At first he was overwhelmed by how loud and charismatic the guy was, but the discomfort didn't last very long, though his face remained as red as a tomato. He was enjoying the company of his two classmates. It had been years since he'd had a nice conversation with someone from outside his group of friends, and he was slightly surprised to find that he almost preferred the presence of Natsuki and Hazuki, compared to the loud, boisterous group he'd met through Ryou and Akatsuki.
By the time the warning bell rang overhead, Satoshi didn't want to go to class. "Um...my friends won't be allowed back into the school until next week, and I was wondering...is it okay if I sit with you guys again tomorrow?" He silently hoped he wasn't being too bold or anything.