The somber atmosphere of the course felt more like a home to him now. The quiet, un-changing environment filled with dreary students who just want the day over with instead of embarking to new adventures was comforting in a way he couldn’t describe. Maybe it’s the fact no one expected anything that the disappointments in this place were very rare.
Either way, it was place he could feel like he could call his own. Normal, a bit monotone and offered no illusions of grandeur or false promises. Maybe it was kind of sad, but it was something he felt like he needed all alone.
His attention shifts when he hears a familiar voice call his name. He wished that he’d never have to hear this voice again, but the soft spoken intonations of it managed to strike every nerve he thought he forgot about.
Chisa Yukizome. All he could relate to her was false warmth now that was not from love and care, but from a knife stabbed and twisted in his back.
She didn’t really care. He knew this much.
She would’ve tried to stop him that day if she did, but she was nowhere to be found. Maybe she didn’t notice because she doesn’t deem him too significant, but she was one of the people who let him almost climb the stairways to death.
He wanted nothing with her.
“Don’t you think it’s a little too late to look for me here? If it’s nothing too important, just spare us both this conversation.”
Yep, just as she thought... bitterness is obvious and his tone and she can feel his gaze jab into her like a thousand prodding fingers asking for answers. Why didn’t you do something to help? What would’ve happened if he went through with it? If you worked faster and had more power, could you have put a halt to such an unethical project before it even began?
The questions swirl, Chisa’s smile faltering with a twitch of her lip. Stay focused, Yukizome, she tells herself. It isn’t good to fall so far off topic, to allow something like this to choke out most other thoughts in such a way. Being rational is what a teacher does best, right?
Exhaling softly, her hands set the books onto the podium once more, fingers lacing together. Eyes shut briefly before reopening to stare her student down, unsure of how to continue without stepping into anymore pitfalls.
Talking won’t get her out of this. You can’t expect to betray someone and have them treat you with forgiveness upon the next meeting.
“ ... I’m not looking for you specifically, Hinata-kun. I’m a teacher here for the next half year and... I just wanted to say hello to someone I know.
As well as apologize for everything. ”
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