ultimatetalentless:
The golden days of childhood are always perfect under the nostalgia lens: the long summer days during the holidays, the laughter of children having fun together. Even getting the flu after getting drenched in the rain was more bearable with his brother by his side. There was something comforting in not being alone, knowing theyâd be together no matter what happens. Except that his sweet illusion was brutally shattered when their parents divorced.
Warmth became cold, all colors drained. Izuru noticed his parents werenât happy, often arguing over something when they thought the twins were asleep. But the boy believed it was like his own arguments with his brother: theyâd be angry, yell, and after a few hours or maybe days theyâd make up. They were mom and dad, itâs how things should work, right? Apparently, it wasnât.
Fighting back the tears, he wanted to comfort his brother. To say theyâd meet again. But he couldnât say it, being a powerless kid being dragged away by an adutâs hand. It was like the rain falling on them: inevitable, mercilessly pouring on the miserable souls.
It was when Izuru decided he would never be powerless again.
Attending the school served little purpose except to explain his ties to the institution, and it was fortunate that class attendance isnât mandatory. Still, one is to be expected to join during the school gathering, a minor inconvenience to him just like having to deal with that rain. Disliking the rain was one of the few dislikes that lingered, as trite and dull as it could be: itâs just weather, itâs irrelevant if you enjoy it or if it matters at all, it merely is.
The Main Course uniform provided to him assisted in partaking his role, a perfect fit in his well-toned and healthy body. The weather didnât affect him, only annoyed him slightly. He was supposed to be mingling with his peers, but he was uninterested. Nothing worthwhile would come from any interaction, providing only means to waste his time, but it was still expected of him to attend the entrance ceremony.
â How boring. â he commented to himself, scarlet gaze watching the crowd. There were those in the brown uniform, like himself, moving to the Main Course building. And there was also boys and girls in a dark uniform going to the Reserve Course â it was a school holding the Hopeâs Peak Academyâs brand, but it was meant for the ordinary people who would meet its fees in a vain attempt to become worth something, anything. It was obvious to the boy it was merely meant to fund the real school and its research, and yet these fools kept on clinging to such baseless dreams.
Yet, it was another pointless exercise to think about such things.
Moving to the Main Courseâs gates, his mind compulsively figuring out each scenario, each walking pattern in the vicinity, he could navigate without trouble. Izuru could tell there were eyes on him, but it wasnât relevant â only moments before going inside he decided to stop and look around, meeting the figure of a shadow of his past for a brief moment. Dismissing it as an illusion caused by the mass, he made a mental note to mention it to the researchers â he wanted it gone.
Hajime continued to watch for what seemed like an eternity, studying his presence and trying to piece together why this person stuck out in Hajimeâs mind so much. It could have been the hair, it was long and dark, or his skin, which was paler than the moon than hung above earth at night. Needless to say, he was epitome of mystery, but that wasnât why Hajime was so damn curious.Â
He was curious because of just how much Hajime felt he recognised this person.
The moment their eyes met, Hajime could feel shivers running down his spine, entire body going cold. There was definitely something about that person that was familiar. But Hajime couldnât think of why. He would have loved to know, but he would have never had the guts to approach him, and his own mind seemed to fail him at that point. Either way, it seemed like neither student seemed to hang around for much longer than that. Hajime realised quickly that he had been spotted, and knew he should be getting home.Â
All the way home however, he thought of that face, and wondered why he saw so much of himself in it.Â
The next time Hajime saw that person, it was without the otherâs knowledge. At least, he hoped as much. It was like that for the third and fourth time too, and soon enough, a rhythm was developed, with this mysterious person becoming more and more prominent in Hajimeâs life and mind. He wondered what it would take to speak to someone like that. He had learned certain mannerisms that cut off the outside world from the other, and yet still desired to speak with him one day.
Unfortunately, the problem with making a habit out of something like spying, was that it was more than likely to land him in trouble sooner than later.
