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Norio Higure

"There is nothing wrong in wanting a clean and healthy environment... so get out."

0 · 327 views · located in Japan, Ryouichi Academy.

a character in “Ryouichi Academy”, as played by Prokesyegan

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❝Everyone is poisonous, no matter the person. Intentions, good or ill; they all carry parasites that may or may not manifest into something else. That is not a risk worth taking, even if the person in question is myself.❞

花 -a last flower- | Asa-Chang & Junray




❝Prokesyegan❞






∞ Full Name ∞
Higure Norio
"Don't address me by any other name, please."

∞ Nickname ∞
Sometimes dubbed ”Rio” by close relatives.
"Don't address me by a stupid nickname, please. "

∞ Age & Year ∞
Sixteen & Sophomore
"Just a few more years of school interactions to survive…"

∞ Gender ∞
Male
"As clearly stated in all my medical files, if I may add."

∞ Sexuality ∞
Demisexual
”I don’t do touching. Ever. Just… no."

∞ Nationality ∞
Japanese
"I have never met a relative of a different nationality, nor do I believe I have any exotic heritage… So far, fully Japanese."

∞ Face Claim ∞
Art by Kana and Mokuzu
"…What? No, I’m not taking the mask off!"




❝What doesn't kill you will come back and finish the job when you are careless.❞





∞ Height & Weight ∞
Standing at 5”5 and weighing in at 115bs, Norio is pretty average, if not a bit on the skinny side.
"Hm, I haven’t grown for at least a year… is that bad or good?"

∞ Hair color/Length/Quality ∞
Dark, noir black hair of medium-to-short length, with inconsistent and clumsily cut bangs. Usually unkempt and unattended to, hair is naturally straight when Norio is bothered to fix his bedhead.
"As long as my hair doesn’t become a nest for lice…"

∞ Eye color ∞
A bright steel grey, Norio’s irises have little other colour in the mix. On rare occasions, a vague hint of blue can sometimes be seen.
" People must be imagining the blue, I can’t imagine where I would pick that recessive gene up from."

∞ Distinguishable Facial Features ∞
It is unknown whether or not Norio has any specific facial features due to the mask he constantly wears. It is highly likely that, like the rest of his body, Norio has no markings on his face, however there are various rumours regarding his face. One of the most popular stories include having razor sharp teeth, having a bird-bill as a mouth, having an elephant trunk as a nose and, the classic, having no face at all behind the mask, a paradoxical theory in itself
"One day I will find where those rumours stem from and stop them!"

∞ Birthmarks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ∞
So far Norio has yet to leave a permanent mark on his body, and with no birthmark to speak of, the only alteration done to his body would be various piercings in his left ear. However, even then, he is cautious of said ear piercings, fearing infection if not treated with the utmost care.
"Well, I don't think there is any marks on my body... Is there?… … …There is, isn't there?!"

∞ Physical Description ∞
At first glance Norio does not seem extraordinary, appearance wise, and even beyond a first impression, that is the truth. Norio looks like any other average Japanese teenager, albeit a bit underweight. It is evident by his physical appearance that Norio has never been an athletic as he has little muscle on his person, appearing frail and lanky. Due to a lack of exposure of the sun Norio’s skin is abnormally pale and, perhaps, unhealthily so. Overall, Norio looks quite fragile and sick in appearance, even if that is not a case.
"I might look like it but, really, I’m really not sick… yet."




❝There is always rational reasoning behind every action… Unless you are an idiot, then you are just being idiotic.❞





∞ Habits/Quirks ∞
His Mask: Norio is rarely seen without a medical mask over his face. He believes by wearing said mask it will further prevent contracting germs or the like.
His Organisation: Norio prefers everything in their right place, in an orderly and neat fashion, and will never hesitate to organise anything and everything if presented the chance.
Constant Sanitation: Norio always carries around spray-bottles of sanitisers, using enough during the day to warrant bringing around a couple of bottles everyday.
Dealing with Anxiety: When feeling anxious or nervous Norio has the habit of tracing various shapes on the palm of his hand with his finger. He is unaware that he does this, even when others tell him so.
Dealing with Others: Does not touch others, does not stand close to others, does not touch others’ items, does not touch others’ food, does not like others’ touching him, does not like others’ standing close to him, does not like others’ touching his food… In short, does not like anyone touching anything he can potentially touch. The closest interaction beyond conversation you will get with him is eye-contact.

"There is a logical explanation for each and every one of these… I hope…"

∞ Likes ∞
Spicy food
Cleaning and organising
Mathematics and shapes
Abstract and modern art
Classical music
Hospitals and hospices
First-aid kits, plasters, bandages and disinfectant
Medical masks and gloves
"I suppose these things… are pretty cool, yeah."

Dislikes ∞
Germs, diseases and ailments
Medication, needles, IVs and tablets
Sweet food
Dirt, mess and disorganisation
Public places and transport
Most sports
Sight of blood
Dangerous or spontaneous situations

"Life would be much easier without most of these things, there is no denying it really."

∞ Talents ∞
Mathematically Adept: Norio is quite able in the field of mathematics, enjoying numbers, formulas and charts perhaps too much.
Organising Genius: Despite his “quirks” and the possible complications of this ability, there is no denying Norio’s skill of organising things efficiently, quickly and with ease.
Basic Medical Knowledge: Although not always a reliable source, Norio is quite experienced in dealing with injuries or illnesses, with a good grasp of first-aid and medication.
Music Player: Norio is capable of playing both the violin and the harp, along with the ability to read musical sheets and notes. However he will rarely play, instead preferring listening to others.

"I’m not really that great at these stuff… just stuff I have fun doing."


∞ Hobbies ∞
Cleaning
Playing instruments
Observing art pieces
Filling out sudokus
Collecting first-aid and medical supplies
[color=#7A5518"Not really interesting, but undoubtedly fun."[/color]

∞ Fears ∞
Nosemaphobia: Norio does not entertain the idea of getting sick anytime soon, however it is less about the concept of dying from ailments, moreso being ill to begin with that terrifies him.
Mysophobia: Norio has a somewhat extreme paranoia in regards to germs and what they could possible infect or, more importantly, how they could potentially infect himself.
Agoraphobia: Norio is not extremely afraid of leaving his home, or places beyond his comfort zone, however he still has anxiety leaving his familiar haunts. His first year in the academy proved disastrous, as he battled to grow used to the facilities. Despite this, however, anywhere beyond school grounds or his own domain causes him anxiety and paranoia.
Intimacy: Norio fears intimacy, in both physical and emotional form. Physically because he can contract viruses easily from others and vice versa, emotionally because of bad experiences being intimate with others in the past.

"It is not a fear if it is out to kill you; that is just being rational and realistic."

∞ Flaws ∞
Obsessive: Although never obsessive over people, Norio has quite an obsessive behaviour, causing him to go to extremes in most cases. For example, everything must be in the right place and ideally nothing should make contact with him. It is either no interest whatsoever in an activity or an extreme interest in an activity, for better or for worse.
Weak Disposition: Norio can go about living his life with little complications, however he can easily get sick and is not the most athletic individual. He is easily physically overpowered, and does not have a high stamina tolerance.
Uptight: Admittingly Norio was, once, much more uptight, he still takes a lot of things seriously and literally, never one fond of joking. He does not take it lightly when people invade his space, touch him or address him in a boisterous manner, to which he usually irks others by his aversion to said interactions with a snappish response.
Distant: Norio is only capable of interacting with others on a small scale in conversations. Otherwise Norio tends to create a distance between himself and others, only engaging as minimally as possible, to the extent that his daily interactions are usually cold and vague.
Rule Abiding: This sounds less of a flaw, more of a strength… if you overlook the fact that, by rule abiding, Norio often lectures those who do not abide to the rules, as such, coming across as condescending and judgemental, even if that was not his intentions.
"What others may find to be flaws, others may find admirable, I suppose."

∞ Secrets ∞
⌛ Norio would enjoy playing with kids, if only they were not so messy; after growing up with younger cousins, Norio find children endearing… as long as they keep their sticky fingers away from him.
⌛ Despite his disdain for sweets, Norio has a stash of lemon drops in his room, as if he was expecting a guest to give the sweets to.
"…Is this an attempt at blackmail?"




❝Please refrain from breathing on my person. If you need to inhale or exhale, please direct your mouthhole away from me, thank you.❞





∞ Unnatural Ability ∞
Norio noticed his ability at a young age, however, it was only when he was older was he able to pinpoint the aspects of his ability. Norio is capable of healing the wounds and injuries of others, from cuts and bruises to organ failure and blood clotting. This all sounds too good to be true, which is correct; by healing others, Norio leaves his own system vulnerable of contracting an ailment. It is unknown how seriously hurt or ill Norio can potentially become in the process, since the most serious illness he contracted was the measles as a child, however he does know that the more complicated an injury is, the chance that Norio will be infected increases. Said infection or illness does not necessarily have to be the ailment the person he is healing has, however, once he is sick, Norio is almost like a hypodermic needle, passing whatever illness he has to others quickly without fail. It is rare that he passes on anything serious, however it has happened before that his ability went out of control.
"So. Yeah. Do me a favour and take a step back, thank you."

∞ Clubs ∞
Student Council: Despite his aversion to others, Norio does enjoy the tasks given in Student Council… as in, he prefers to sort through the files, taking notes, calculating costs; Norio usually involves himself in record-keeping and sorting only.
Music: Norio usually prefers listening to others play however he is also capable of joining in, playing the harp or the violin.
Art: Although he is not the best artist, Norio enjoys entering the Art club, even just to look at other’s art work or sorting out the art equipment.

"I am capable of enjoying things in a social manner… briefly and in small doses."

∞ Sports ∞
Track and Field: Although not the fastest or enduring runners, and although Norio will never become an essential part of the club, he is not quite the worse overall capable of a couple of laps at least.
Tennis: Again, not quite the best in the club overall, Norio is capable of a good match or two if he is up to it.
"I suppose it’s by taking part that counts… no matter how bad you may be at it."

∞ Personality ∞
Norio is quite a simple being, even if said being usually irks those around him to no end. By himself, initially meeting with someone, Norio comes across as cold and distant, as he has little clue on how someone may react to his behaviour, almost testing the waters.
Otherwise, Norio is a paranoid, hygiene-obsessed hypochondriac and is not afraid to go to any length to provide a clean and healthy environment for himself and others. As such, Norio is capable of being testy and impatient to those he interacts with, having little time for those who make him uncomfortable to a certain degree.
Often, if one irritates him enough, that is the only interaction available from Norio; a hostile one, where he rarely trusts or tolerates said person. This tends to be an awful lot of people as Norio’s requirements for normal interactions, such as keeping a distance from him and not touching him, are quite strict and, daresay, not the norm. As such, Norio does not have many people he enjoys being around, causing him to be quite pessimistic and doubtful towards others. Overall, Norio comes across as a stuck-up, impatient kid who seems more interested in other people's germs than the people themselves.
Regardless, there is more to Norio beyond his obsessive personality; he is capable of listening and helping others in need and, even if in protest, rarely leaves someone who requires assistance to struggle by themselves.
However Norio gets quite flustered and embarrassed if someone acknowledges any help he offers, and often would deny any good intent or involvement, sometimes in curt retaliation.

"…Don’t look at me like that, there is nothing wrong with how I am!"





❝The more you open yourself up, the more likely you will contract a virus.❞





∞ Romantic Interest ∞
None
"As far as I’ve been told, at the very least."

∞ Most Precious Person ∞
Probably his grandfather, over anyone else. Although his parents were never harsh or cruel to Norio, they were still never there for him throughout most of his life. It was his grandfather, although busy with his own children and the rest of his grandchildren, that assessed Norio’s situation and tried his best to provide a normal and supportive environment in the absence of his parents. It is unknown how he would react, knowing of Norio’s ability, however Norio himself seems convinced the elderly man would be understanding if ever told.
"Hm…"

∞ Family ∞
Higure Airou & Kaguya: Norio’s absent father and mother. Presumingly off constantly working, causing them to be away from their only son. It is unknown whether this is true or not, however, after fourteen years away, the initial excuse seems to be fading. It is unknown why they would abandon their son however it is certain that Norio’s ability has nothing to do with their absence. Rumours suggest they fled the country and their responsibilities, too caught up in their romance to care much about the product of said passion.
Higure Benjirou: Norio’s grandfather and current guardian. Although his grandfather himself cannot care for Norio, due to old age, Norio’s grandfather was instrumental in placing Norio under the care of a supportive household, one of Norio’s many aunts. Quite busy keeping his other children, boisterous and daring in nature, in check, Higure Benjirou makes sure that all his grandchildren and children in his facility are taken care of, no matter who they may be. Norio greatly respects his grandfather, even if he has trouble expressing said gratitude.
Higure Beniko: One of Norio’s many aunts that takes care of him, by the request of her father. Despite this, however, Beniko is a caring single mother with three other children of her own. Beniko has a cheerful demeanour, and although not quite cracking Norio’s character, she presents a warm atmosphere for Norio to reside in. Even though Norio is not her child, Beniko treats Norio as her own, even upon the tragic death of one of her own children, causing her great grief, to which she still tries to remain as a strong mother figure.
The Higure Clan: Although it would be impossible for Norio to list everyone in his family, the Higure clan is still a tightly-knitted family, despite many of the members constantly getting into trouble, from white-collar crime to delinquent behaviour. To sum Norio’s family up simply; he has six uncles and five aunts, with each aunt and uncle at least having a child or two, with at least four of said aunts and uncles being grandparents themselves. In short, Norio comes from a large family.

"… …"

∞ History ∞
Born to the happily married couple of Higure Airou and Kaguya, two years into their son’s, Higure Norio’s, life, the smitten duo decided that a child was too much responsibility and left him off with the Higure family to travel the world by themselves. The Higure family, infamous for their general rowdy and delinquent behaviour, did not find it odd that another member of their family had been abandoned by others, and Norio’s grandfather, Higure Benjirou, promptly welcomed the young boy into the family. Placed under the care of one of his aunts, Higure Beniko, Norio grew up as a normal child for most parts, and most viewed him as such. Even Norio was oblivious to how potentially extraordinary he was, never making the correlation between his physical contact with a sick or injured person and their healing process. Until this day not even the adults or the children Norio grew up with ever found out, even his beloved grandfather.
Nonetheless, as a young child Norio began to suspect the properties of his ability, to heal others with physical contact, however found the concept ridiculous and immediately discarded it. It was only when something went terribly wrong that Norio’s eyes were opened to the reality. When the chickenpox was circulating amongst the community, Norio unwittingly made contact with his cousin whilst Norio himself was ill. By doing such, Norio unsuspectedly passed on a lethal dose of the virus to his cousin. Before anyone even figured out what was occurring the child died, the lethality of the virus Norio gave to his cousin escalating beyond natural convention.
No one suspected that this was an odd twist of fate, a careless mistake done by Norio who never realised that he was, in a way, a hypodermic needle, capable of passing on and almost poisoning others unintentionally. With the family grieving, in the ignorance of what truly happened, Norio began distancing himself from others as soon as he reached his pre-teenage years, and be the time he was an adolescent, not even his respected grandfather saw much of Norio beyond his own bedroom. Norio began to develop an increased interest in hygiene, germs, cleaning; anything that could buffer himself and others from contracting any illnesses. His isolation began to spiral out of control as he stayed in his room for days, his paranoia and anxiety increasing day by day, and Norio eventually stopped attending school in fear of catching an ailment.
A solution came in the form of an invitation to Ryouichi Academy, along with a representative from the academy visiting the paranoid teen, explaining to him that his ability was not quite as dreadful or as fearful as he thought. His family, happy enough to send Norio to what seemed to be a highly esteemed school, sent him off to the academy, along with Norio eventually agreeing, finding the invitation as a small silver lining.
Although he had a difficult time adjusting in his freshman year in the academy, now in his sophomore year, Norio has become much more mellow… or rather, as mellow as he can muster.

"I’m only going to tell this once, and once only, so you better be listening…"

∞ Thoughts on Others ∞


♦Sora/Sore♦ "I have seen her around the Student Council meetings, but I cannot figure her out. Sometimes she knows what is going on, other times she is just oblivious..."
♦Dei Furoris♦ "A member of the Student Council, it's admirable that he can remember everything that is going on, but something feels off about him. Otherwise, he comes across as ordinary, I suppose."
♦Michelle Oscars♦ "Michelle is in the same year as myself, isn't she? I guess she is good in the Music club... although, one time, she did get rather angry when someone addressed her by her name... for some reason?"
♦Haruki Shinobu♦ " ...I know him from the Art club? Yes, his pieces are alright. Outside of the club, however, I would not have known of him."
♦Saito Harada♦ "Ah, the senior who plays the guitar and sings. String instruments are alright, I guess..."
♦Kaori Harada♦ "I have a feeling I have seen her around, but I don't remember where... She is the one who wears all the colours, is she not?"
♦Charlie Rae Stewart♦ "Oh, the atheletic, tom-boy junior. You usually hear about her because all the sport activities. I don't really know much beyond her appearance though..."
♦Vince Leroy♦ "He's another athelic one, people usually talk about him and soccer activities. Don't know much about him either, although, for a person who runs around and sweats all day he is well-kept, hm..."
♦Yasuo Kuwabara♦ "Again, the name comes up pretty often around the school when the subject of sports comes up, seen him once or twice. I do not have much of an interest i sports, so I never really looked into it."
♦Viola Amantius♦ "She is the happy one. Or the suspicious one. She has yet to bother me, so who knows."
♦Kageno Hikari♦ "I do not believe I really met the person. He looks kind of laid-back, but it is hard to tell..."
♦Josiah Goodson♦ "He is the tall senior... It is hard not knowing him, he kind of sticks out in the crowd..."

"I have surprised myself on my knowledge of other people, hm..."


So begins...

Norio Higure's Story

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04:30


The digital alarm clock shone brightly from its perch on his side-table, mimicking the sound of an android rooster and flashing an eye-sore blue colour from its black plastic hide. The alarm acted somewhat like a beacon, illuminating an otherwise pitch-dark room with no other light whatsoever. Even with what little light the early mornings provided, they were instantly warded off, the block-out curtains doing their job keeping the sunlight away.

However, perhaps a point has been missed; instead of wondering why this small apartment room was so dark, perhaps one should be wondering why any sixteen-year-old sophomore student was willing and committed to get up with so much dedication at such an unforgivable hour. Yes, indeed, there was a student there, amidst the shadows, still sitting there, yet to turn his alarm clock off. Truthfully, he arose an hour earlier, with the odd notion that he would wake up earlier than his designated alarm, which… was only set up so he could get up earlier for school?

It made, or makes, little sense, however, to Norio Higure, it was a reasonable logic. Being punctual was noteworthy, being early required hard-work but being early to be early in the first place; that required skill! Nonetheless, Norio did not get up at this hour just to be seen as noteworthy or hard-working or even skilled in the least, instead it was the last preparation of war. He did not get up at this hour every morning, nor did he not fall to sleep at midnight every night for the past three weeks just out of whimsical fancy, no.

One could not just prepare for the first day of school simply a week before, no, that would not do. Norio had an apartment to sterilise, books to buy and then sterilise, stationary to buy and then sterilise… a lot of the preparation surprisingly required sterilisation.

However the preparation paid off, as Norio was able to sleep in ease the night before, calm with the knowledge that an alarm awaited him, clean clothes were set out neatly, a clean bag with clean contents sat on his clean bedroom door. It was a delight to turn his alarm clock off with a motion of his plastic-gloved hand, any smile he was expressing cloaked by a surgical mask he wore even when asleep. Yes, his fear of spiders crawling into his mouth and spawning it’s eggs were much more greater than the fear of, maybe, suffocating in his mask by an odd turn of events.
The mask’s fate, now after finishing its duty, was destined for the bin; one must not use one mask in excess! With a clap of his still gloved hands, Norio’s bedroom lights spurted on, stinging the youth’s eyes in its brilliance, which was highlighted greatly after Norio grew accustomed to the darkness of his room.

Sitting upright from his bed, Norio began getting ready for school; he got dressed, discarded the mask he slept with with a fresh one, double-checked his school bag in case he forgot anything. When he found everything in order he turned the lights off in his room and left it, once more, in its shadows, never opening the curtains in fear that the natural light would show any dust particles in the room.

Norio Higure lived in a modest apartment, a four minute and thirty-nine second long walk from Ryouichi Academy. It wasn’t much; a ground-floor flat with one bedroom, one small toilet and one kitchen/living room space. It wasn’t large but it did the trick and did not take Norio long to clean everyday, especially when the only furniture, minus the kitchen counters and whatnot, was only two fold-out chairs in the living room and a lamp standing on a side-table in the corner. It was enough of a space for Norio to eat his bland cereal in peace.

After he washed what little dishes there were thoroughly it was already half five ante meridiem. He supposed it was his dilly-dallying getting up earlier that caused him to be running a tad bit late, as Norio picked up his school-bag and apartment keys, leaving for the first day of his sophomore year.


05:45


Norio arrived in time for the first Student Council meeting, which was simply a large lump of people loitering in the same room, slowly organising for the new year… Why was the Student Council organising to begin with? Did Norio not leave the files last year in perfect condition, all set out in the right order and place, all labelled clearly and neatly for easier utilisation? Unless they were dealing with the files of the freshmen? Norio could not help but feel a bit anxious and paranoid as he entered the classroom, walking around the people to get to a set of filing cabinets at one end of the room.

The People; he forgot how gross it was to be so close to others, however his paranoia of organising all that was disorganised was far greater than fearing the germs of those around him. Pulling out a pair of disposable plastic gloves from his pockets and putting them on, Norio opened the filing cabinet to horror; indeed, new files were added with new students, and simply placed there in any fashion or form! Norio was begin to feel light-headed, looking down at the floor in an effort to calm himself down. No, he had to organise these without fainting, it was his destiny.

Thus Norio set about the disgusting task of reorganise the new files and for a good while he did not pay attention to what was occurring around him. Alas, once he did look up from his task, he noticed a curious, if not dangerous, sight; on the other end of the room, someone was going through the files. There were filing cabinets scattering the room, however this person was not just dumping the files in there, he was actually sorting through them.

Norio was unsure whether this was admirable act or a very bad idea; he even struggled to find a name to the face. Who was it again? Day? Day Fury, Oh Is? The day of fury, or is it? Was that Shakespearian? Was that even a name? It took a while until Norio figured out who it was; the junior Student Council member, Dei Furoris. Yes, the one with the memory and was seemingly ordinary… or too ordinary, Norio could not help to think. However, Norio’s doubts were mostly sprouted from the fact that someone was actually organising, causing a mixed reaction with the obsessive youth.

After a while, Dei left the room, only to return after a while, something that sparked suspicion in Norio, who was clearly either harbouring animosity or curiosity to this junior. Not because the person in question interested him, rather, once Mr. Furoris left the room once more to check on an incident occurring in the gym Norio, with the stealthiness of a cat intent to catch a fish, crossed the room and inspected the poor, spoiled filing cabinets and… Norio was not ready to admit that the job was done alright, albeit not to a perfect tee.

No, some files were mislaid, something Norio was more than happy to reorganise. Finally, peace was restored, although the room carried on as usual as if nothing had happened. As Norio was finishing off his job he could not help but freeze on the spot at the sight of Mr. Furoris returning to the room. Hiding behind the cabinets to avoid looking suspiciously, only becoming suspicious by those who passed by doing so, he wondered if the changes were to be noted. Alas, Mr. Furoris showed little interest in the job he was doing prior to leaving, loitering in the room like some bum, drinking his coffee.

As he had finished his job, in record time, Norio took the liberty of leaving the room when everything was finally putt into it’s place, heading for the classroom for homeroom, a scowl hidden under his face as he availed, to the best of his efforts, to avoid everyone in the school halls.


06:50


Norio took a seat in the classroom, to which students were trickling into. He recognised a few faces however he did not have any friends; no, he did not require any to participate in school. All they did was carry and pass along their illness without a care in the world; what happy thoughts to begin a school year with. The masked student could not help but feel paranoid in such a crowded setting and, thus, began to, unconsciously, trace shapes on his hand.

Starting off easy with a square, carrying on with a circle, then a rectangle, triangle, quatrefoil, trapezoid, parallelogram, crescent… The names came naturally to him, they all had interesting traits, unlike most of the people around him. Yes, shapes were much easier to deal with, all you needed was a formula or two to figure them out… It calmed Norio a lot, sitting there, thinking about all this, ignoring the buzz of those around him.

However, after a while, a new sound entered his hearing range; it was not quite a buzz, more so an annoying little hum for a tune Norio could not pin-point. It snapped Norio from his concentration to see who was; a female student had seated herself beside him, humming away nonchalantly. He actually recognised her, off the bat; it was Michelle Oscars, from the Music club, although people rarely called her by her first name.
Maybe she was getting bullied, and returning to school was reigniting those days to which people called her something else besides her first name; perhaps that was why she got quite angry once at someone who called her Michelle, thinking they were codding her once more?

Alas, Norio would be lying if he said he knew how people his own age worked and, to some extent, he didn’t really care. What he did care about was how someone was humming casually right beside him, as if they did not notice so themselves.

”Your humming… it is audible…” Norio muttered, his words muffled in his mask, as he turned his full gaze on the girl. Norio’s metal-grey eyes looked quite disinterested, although he himself instigated a conversation of sorts, his mask concealing whatever facial expression he might have been pulling at the time. He had yet to realise he, himself, looked a tad bit strange in the classroom, still continueing tracing shapes on the palm of his hand, yet to realise his on-going habit.

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”Your humming… it is audible…”

Misha opened her eyes, loosening her grip on the desk, sliding her feet onto the floor, and placing her hands in her lap. She was quite embarrassed, but she was lucky that her face didn't grow red. Misha turned to look at the boy sitting next to her. It barely surprised her that it was Norio. She scoffed. Of course it was Norio.

"I'm sorry, Norio." She mumbled, turning to face the front of the room again as she began to drum lightly on her thighs. "Thank you for telling me."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, contemplating whether or not to listen to her music, but she decided to instead leave her earbuds in her bag. It felt so strange to be silent, considering everyone else had busied themselves with conversations. Misha turned back to Norio, but they'd never been more than distant acquaintances so she had no idea how to strike up a conversation with him. She let out a defeated sigh and, once again, turned around in her chair, though this time she crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and tilted her head tp lean against the back of the chair. She didn't want to be talking when class started, so she remained silent.

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Sound. From the sonic vibrations to the psychology of it's interpretation, he embodied it all. Whatever sound was made, is made and has yet to be made becomes him. Or at least, that is how he saw it. While the truth eluded him he could only construct a reality from the pieces of his mind left over from the fall. Yes, the fall, the moment he hit the ground and the world shattered with him. He did try to piece himself back together but many of the pieces didn't fit back in evenly. He could of asked the handymen but they both forsook him right before the fall. He couldn't blame them, he didn't respect them like he should of. If only they'd forgive him.

Sleeping wasn't fun for him. He tried to dream but all he could see was the world around him, colorless shapes defined by sonic ricochets. While eyes work by seeing light reflected off objects he saw both with his eyes and with his mind, and the mind's eye could see beyond the walls around him to an extent. He didn't fully control this method of perception, his grasp on how to look around was still tenuous. All he could definitely see was his room, the hall and the rooms adjacent and parallel to his own and a small distance outside his window.

Hearing on the other hand was a beast of a different complexity. Had he not practiced the art of silence he would be hearing all sounds within a several mile radius. He would hear literally everything, from the ever present thunder of footsteps down to the slightest rustling of the grass and even other waves passing through the area, such as radio waves. Ah yes, the artificial waves. Sounds born of nightmare machines, machines designed to imprison sounds and corrupt them until they are nothing but electronic insanity.


Many years of enduring the sounds had taught him how to cope with it all. He learned the art of silence, the golden sound. In his mind he concentrated on emitting the golden sound from himself, fighting back the noises. This way, he was finally able to sleep at last. Of course it wasn't perfect, not yet anyways. Loud enough sounds could still overpower the golden sound much to his chagrin. It was another technique he was working hard to perfect but as anyone knows, perfection is not easy.

His eyes groggily opened as he awoke from his restless slumber. It was another night of poor rest but at least poor rest was better than none. He went about his usual routine for the morning in his new life. Brushing his teeth while holding the toothbrush with his feet was quite a task, he was still a little clumsy with the brush despite the practice. Back in the asylum the staff didn't trust him with a toothbrush so they did all the work for him. Afterwords he wasn't exactly worried about hygiene being all alone with the whole asylum to himself. Now he was expected to look at least reasonably presentable and he didn't have hands to work with. Half of the toothpaste and saliva mixture found itself on his pajama top, older stains attesting to the fact that this wasn't the first time.

As for breakfast he had his favorite: a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. He wasn't brave enough to use a knife to try and cut some slices of bread to use considering his history with sharp objects so he used the only thing he could rely on.


Shk Shk


The sound of a knife cutting focused into a point finer than a needle and exerting enough pressure to break apart bread. He sliced himself two pieces of bread and put the rest back into it's bag. He didn't fully know just how powerful he could make his sounds cut but he reckoned it would be fun to find out some time. For now though it was time for the peanut butter and jelly. He managed to unscrew the lid to the jar with his feet after a couple minutes of working with it. With a very subtle sound he excited the peanut butter within causing the delicious, smooth, creamy butter goodness to pour out like a liquid. He poured himself just enough peanut butter for his sandwich. Now done with that he tipped the jar back up, licking the excess peanut butter which clung to the rim of the jar up. Taking the lid off was a bit fiddly but putting it back on with his feet took him twice as long as he had to get the lid and screw it on without it falling off.

The matter of applying the jelly was not really different in any significant fashion. Just a matter of working with the cap and putting the jelly on without spilling any. It went with just as much success as the peanut butter. Now with both the peanut butter and the jelly on he could finally taste the fruits of his efforts as he bit into the soft doughy surface of his sandwich. It was practically everything he loved in life. It was soft, it was easy to eat with his feet in lieu of hands, the grape was sweet, the peanut butter was nutty and smooth, it was filling and best of all was that it was quiet. Every other food he's known has been noisier than the good ole' peanut butter jelly sandwich. Breakfast cereal always rattled around like crazy while the milk sloshed and burbled, steaks tended to sizzle and squish most disgustingly and don't get him started on potato chips.


After he was done with his most delectable breakfast he put the jars back in the cabinets which were lined with rows of jars containing both peanut butter and grape jelly. He went ahead and changed out of his pajamas into his usual apparel. It was quite difficult for him to get dressed without hands so he had picked clothes which were rather simple to get into. Even with the simplistic clothing it was still a daily challenge he had to put up with for public decencies sake. Didn't want to go and anger the big head, make it grow large and red and possibly make it explode! That would be bad. He wanted to stay here where he was allowed to live and there was a modicum of safety. Out in the street he was fair game for people like the one who ruined his nice, quiet asylum before making him go ruin his hands and fall out a window onto nasty stabbing glass, made particularly for poking. In order to stay he had to be good, only use the sounds he needed, nothing more. It was a huge sacrifice, giving up free reign of his own domain but it was simply an offer he couldn't refuse.

Still, he tried to not let mean ole' mister big head ruin his super awesome days with his big headiness. Dressed in some relatively boring attire he opened the door with his mouth since his feet were now clad in boots. The doorknob didn't taste very good but there was little he could do about it. If he wanted security he couldn't just make the knob and all it's little bits wiggle loose and fall off. He had to do everything in what he considered to be

excruciatingly long and annoying manners. Still, now that his door was shut it was time to run! But not shuffle, no that would be bad and he had to be good. "Always good, never bad. No play and all work make johnnies day go grey." He repeated to himself in the voice of a creepy little girl, his mouth shut the whole time while he chanted his little mantra and skipped girlishly down the halls and out the doors towards the school. He lived on the schools dormitories because that was the only place he could stay but fortunately that meant his school wasn't too far away. Still, his little skipping trip seemed to take centuries in comparison to the speeds he's shuffled back in the good ole' days.

Finally! In what seemed like forever he finally made it to the class he was supposed to be at. No longer repeating his little saying he looked at the door for at least a solid minute, wondering if he should just run into it and see if it would open that way.

...

Wham!


The door shook as he threw himself at it, simply relying on fates capricious hand to determine the result. Turns out the door really was closed after all. His body bounced back from the door, reeling from the impact. He wasn't badly hurt in any real sense but it did sting. Then again, he was familiar with pain to say the least.

He took the time to shake his boot off and open the door with his foot before sliding his footwear back on. He strode into the classroom quite triumphantly, acting as though nothing abrupt just occurred. Weaving through the small maze of desks he quickly found one that wasn't occupied which he assumed was his by process of elimination. He dropped himself into his seat and looked around with one eyebrow quirked up, his eyes following the odd stares accompanying the awkward silence that followed after his rather unorthodox entrance. He failed to notice the bruise which was already starting to develop on his forehead.

Things started to normalize after the moment passed, people resuming their studies. Inevitably it came to his sudden realization that he was under equipped for the class, possessing neither a pencil nor paper on his person. He looked around at all the other people who were writing on their paper, more or less. Hmm, seems to be quite the pickle. Good thing I'm a pickleologist! He started to ponder a solution to his current quandary.

He theorized that he could try and hold on to the sound of the teacher speaking, taking an echo of his words home and then studying the sound instead. Sounds good! But not too good, no. Much too loud. So much noise... He really didn't appreciate being stuck inside a building full of people. People itching, moving, speaking, pencils rubbing, chalk squeaking, chairs sliding, blood running, hearts pumping, eyes blinking, cells gurgling and much more. He was permitted use of the golden sound on himself alone, that was the deal he made after all. He couldn't take the full effect of all these sounds in his head all the time if he wasn't allowed to manage it.


The golden sound dulled the incoming sounds as they approached him, filtering out the quieter sounds so he could focus on what was going on. He listened to the teacher speak, taking an echo of the words so he could listen to it after school was over and done with. He looked around at the other students around him. He knew little about most of them. He had a passing knowledge of the other people who were in Track and Field.

Art wasn't very popular it seemed as he didn't see a lot of people in it. There were a few people here he recalled seeing on the roster for art. There was Haruki, Kaori and Norio just to name a few.

He wondered just how long until fate would flip this day upside down, or perhaps right side up considering how dull it was already. With his golden sound up and functional it was harder for him to get distracted by the noises around. him. Even the scratching of the pencils were alleviated by this most familiar golden sound, the absence of sound. It was just quiet enough in this room for him to properly listen to the teacher. There were other people talking in the classroom, not being all too considerate he believed. All he could do was sit, his eyes darting about suspiciously, and pretend he was doing something instead of just sitting there. Gotta be good... Not bad...