"Morning." A slight wave came from this man to the teacher as he went to the back and sat by himself. He was one of first to come in along with a few others who were behind him and sat at their spots.
With a sigh, Enma leaned back to stare out the window. The sight of the sun made everything seem so warm and enduring. This too had always made him calm. Without any thought or realization, he started to spin the ball on his finger, not paying any mind to it, other than staring out side.
With a soft yawn he started to play with the ball like a cat would. He bounced it on his wrist, his arm, elbow, even a few times on his knee. Never once looking at the ball or even noticing he was doing it. And even though he did this, not once did you hear anything. You'd think hitting the ball around that it would make a sound, but Enma's light touches was as if it was brushing against feathers.
"Um, excuse me.." Enma mumbled to the teacher in his low voice.
"Ah!" She looked at him as if she had already forgotten he was there. "Oh right." She relaxed a bit and stopped what she was doing. "Yes? What is it?"
"I was just wondering something." His hands had stopped and the ball balanced on his knee as he swung himself around to face the teacher. Not once did the ball budge or change positions. "Sports aren't accepting players, huh?"
"Well that depends on the sport, but yes, most of them are full and not expecting at all. While others are barely hanging on by a string." Her face fell, she was sad about this fact of hers. But something dawned on her, her face was so easy to read it was almost crazy. "Speaking of sports, didn't the Headmaster tell you? Room 3-b along with 3-a and 3-c are all Sports class rooms."
Yes he was told this, but he wasn't sure why she was asking, until..
"Do you do a sport?" She asked him cluelessly.
He was caught off guard. His hands were playing with the ball again, but this made him stop completely. His nails dug into the ball a bit, but he sighed and shook his head.
"So why are you in this class then? You must be doing a sport in order to be here. Maybe we should get you relocated to a different class room. Ill talk to the Headmaster about this. But you'll have to stay here until then." She said as she started clicking and typing on her computer.
It has been almost 2 whole years the last time Enma was on a sports team. The last time he played, his team won nationals. They all called the team, Prodifiers. Because they believed that, that's what they were, prodigies. Especially when no one has ever scored a point going against them. Enma believed that it wasn't because they were prodigies, but because they worked hard for what they had become to get there. Something happened on the year of the nationals. And after they had won their last game, no one had talk to each other ever again.
Shaking his head, trying to pull his mind away from the memories. His red hair started to stick up into the spiky mess it had been lacking. When he opened his eyes, the red inside them gave off a gleam, a light of it's own. He could feel that his eyes had changed into cat eyes, do to stress or sadness. Slowly he looked up to the feeling of eyes directed on him. And for a long moment, even though his mood was down, he couldn't help but stare back at the man who he had been feeling his eyes staring at him. But not a word of question was let out, just the feelings in eyes were set loose into the open.