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located in Akita, a part of Akita's Seasons Return, one of the many universes on RPG.

Akita

Higashi-Naruse

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Character Portrait: Velonix Orako Character Portrait: Kazuyuki Orako Character Portrait: Reiya Goertz Character Portrait: Kazutora Miyato
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The walk back to his desk isn't entirely without incident, or well, at least it's not noticeable. He can see, and feel the stare from her as he approaches, but he can't quite build the courage to look up and see how she's staring at him. Was it one of anger? Disappointment? Was she still crying now?

Not that he could really walk around back out of the classroom now, she'd already seen him, and trying to run from the situation would probably only make it worse. So he sits into his seat next to her, still can't force himself to make eye contact or even keep his face showing all the way as he mutters the words that feel more humiliating as time passes, as things carry on further. As the classroom chatter picks up, he at least can feel like people aren't listening into his embarrassing confessions, snickering to themselves when they know the exact reason why he hasn't had much in terms of friends and relationships.

Words are out now though, and there's no taking them back. Time travel certainly wasn't real, as much as he wished it were. Oh, the things he would do differently with his life. Anything, to not end up back here where he is now...the black sheep of the town, the rejected foster child and...whatever the hell other nickname and title could be thrust upon him without his own personal desire or want.

He supposed, in some ways, that was the way of living in a small town. Everyone talked, and after the history behind his face and the first year of uncontrollable violence and emotions he'd been dealing with, no one saw any meaning in changing their way of viewing him. Did he just have himself to blame, or his last foster home? All the previous foster homes?

Whatever, it didn't matter at this point. Once he was done with high school and got a decent enough job for even a shitty apartment in the city, he'd be out of here.

His drifting thoughts are brought back to reality soon after though, even with the way he tries to cover his face and the growing blush, some sense of humiliation and that clinging inability to hold eye contact when it came to people like Velonix. That little shield that keeps him safe from sight in the form of his hands soon ends though, the sensation of that soft fabric she always wore over her hands for some reason as it gently takes hold of both his wrists, pulls them away from his face and he doesn't have the will to fight against the soothing pull, even if his heart picks up just so slightly with the touch again. Why did she keep having that affect on him? Such simple actions like that, usually they wouldn't phase anyone else, right? Was he that deprived? But his hands are pulled down into his lap now, released as soon as they're taken into her palms, and they feel cold without the contact.

Muddy eyes turn up to look at her finally then, at least, a weak, "sorry," escaping him in the process, as if trying to cover up the burning face was something anyone else would apologize for. Yet still, he feels guilty trying to hide away in the middle of an apology and make-up, tries to steel his heart and the anxiety enough to keep eye contact with her as they speak. It would only be right to try his best for her too, right?

"I can promise to be patient with you...If you can promise to be patient with me. It may take me some time, and I may do weird things, but...all I ask is for your understanding." Her words bring a sense of relief, it seems, as his heart slowly settles and the building nerves that are already frayed enough from this entire day can finally rest and relax. She had accepted the apology...right? And...she still wanted to be friends?

He feels the faintest sensation of a twitch to the corner of his lips, and for a moment he thinks a smile is trying to break through, but it doesn't quite make it, not enough to be obvious anyway. The feeling is...foreign to him, after all these years, but somewhere, he's a little happy over the turn of events to this point, even if that nagging anxiety and the overthinking tell him it was a mistake, and that he should have let the misunderstanding continue. Should have let the quiet loneliness return with such an easy way out.

But it's alright for me to enjoy this...just for a little bit, isn't it?

Letting out a soft breath, he finally nods, wrings his hands together over his lap. "Yeah...yeah. That...that sounds good. I promise, too."

Their conversation feels short and easy, even if his mind wants to make it feel like it's dragging out for ages, and he's grateful for that. For the way she doesn't seem quick to judge, or quick to hold a grudge, lets him try and explain himself and return back to normal, if not a little less of an overwhelming normal. This was healthy communication though, wasn't it? Was this what his therapist had been trying to get him to do for all these years? Wonder what she'd say, if she saw this?

Reiya has settled into her space now though, and before he can say anything else, she's begun speaking, giving out a nervous but clear apology for her words from before, as if they had been offensive in the first place. Kazutora knew better than to ever think Reiya did something in outright malicious intent, the girl was far too timid and reserved for that. The day she went out of her way to be rude to someone, especially someone new in an...apparently extremely similar situation (dead parents, a move to somewhere new and unfamiliar in culture, what else would they be able to relate on?), would be the day Kazutora was sure that his sanity had really reached its last string.

Not that her address to Velonix lasts forever, given the girl has soon enough turned her gaze to him in question, perhaps to be nice, but he cringes a little when he feels that burning gaze of Kenji once more, seemingly picking up on the sound of conversation, the mention of his name. "Oh, Kazutora, are you okay? Please forgive me, but I saw what happened with Kenji and I texted Iphi about it. I kind of panic because I don't want you to get hurt and I know Iphi would do a much better job of protecting you then me."

The last part makes him cringe away for a bit, face twisting slightly as he takes in what she's said. As if he would look to Reiya for protection, it should be him protecting her, though no one seemed to have a bone to pick with her in general anyway. Iphianassa though...of course Reiya had told her about this. A small groan escapes him, near silent and he glances to his phone that sits at the top of his desk. He'd have to text her, tell her to ignore what Reiya had told her or something. He can take care of himself, alright!?

"...'m fine, Reiya." He mutters, looking away out towards the window again, "he's done worse than this, all he did was grab me." Truly, that's all he'd done. Or managed to do, before he'd ended up on his ass in the hallway. If he'd had his way, Kazutora is rather confident that he'd be walking away with more than a little bit of a messed up uniform collar.

Velonix isn't so easy to drop the mention though; almost as soon as the apology is accepted she's pressing into the matter, trying to figure out what happened when they weren't around. "What do you mean, 'what happened with Kenji'?" There's something else muttered, but he can't quite catch it, and before he can try and get rid of the conversation for good, the bell rings and class is in session. Should he be glad for this or not?

Once again Kazutora can't find it in himself to take notes, leaving the one he has in his backpack to grow dust for another day as he just stares up at the board, tries to ignore the teacher that had always given him bad vibes since the day he'd been here. Like the Yoneda couple, hits his mind suddenly, and he shakes away the thought before the feelings can surface beyond vague unease, distress, phantom touch. I'm sure Velonix already feels like she should keep her distance. Should I still mention it?

A paper lands on his desk. His gaze moves down to it then, glancing over to the brunette at his side before opening it himself, blinking once at the contents.

"I wish you would show your face more."

There's a small doodle at the end of the words, cute, though he's a bit flustered by the words themselves, brows furrowing slightly as he tries not to think of how many times he'd turned himself away from her up to this point. It's all he can do to pull out the cheap black pen in one of his backpack's side pockets, scrawling out in the neat handwriting he'd always had, much to most people's disbelief.

"Sorry. I'll try to be better." And it's folded back up, slipped across their desks to her side again and he's settling into his desk, staring up at the lesson, Mr. Okamoto writing on the board over English and Japanese, occasionally having students stand to read phrases or paragraphs from books between both language's literature. He'd never been that great at English himself, not speaking it anyway, though he was starting to catch up, hoped that in the meantime he could keep his grade in this man's classes up.

And then the bell rings, and it's time for elective courses, though Kazutora despises his. Home ec, because of course he would have to take home ec his last year if he avoided it the other two. It was one of the elective courses that he simply couldn't work alone in half the time, until the sewing and needlework section come along, and even then it was difficult at times. Sure, Ms. Hanagaki was kind, patient, she'd never been overly cruel or rude to him, but she didn't seem to understand that people didn't like him. That people didn't want to work with him. He was either being ignored out of the group, harassed whenever she wasn't looking, or doing all the work, sometimes all three at once.

At least he got good grades on the food he made himself.

Silently though, he wonders if Velonix would end up in a group with him. If they were given the option, would she choose to be in a group with him? If not, would Ms. Hanagaki choose her to be with him after undoubtedly hearing the whispers and rumors at this point, knowing that Velonix seemed kinder to him than the others?

There was also the potential of any other group too, but he doesn't think about that for now.

"I suppose that we might as well walk one another to class, correct?" He comes in halfway through the conversation, eyes turning to look to her as she speaks, "considering we have separate classes but together. I do have Art club after classes end. What are you two in? Would you mind so terribly showing us where the club rooms are?"

Oh yeah, they were still new students. Obviously they wouldn't know where everything was day one. Kazutora at least nods for now, leaning back in his seat, "sure, since we share home ec together, I wouldn't mind." And then a pause, and he almost wants to laugh out loud. Okay, so they were literally sharing the entire day together, every day, every week, every month. No separate classes. Good? That would remain to be seen, he supposed. How long would she tolerate him if she saw him every hour of the day during the school week? She'd no doubt see his lows soon enough.

"Art club, too. Guess we'll be there together as well, so I can show you the classroom they hold it in."

With that cleared up, Kazutora finally rises from his seat, backpack lifted from the desk hook and the strap back over one of his shoulders lazily, exhaustion catching up to him again after the second come down from adrenaline and nerves for the day.

"...wanna head to home ec with me, Velonix?"