First Day Nerves
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First days were tough for everyone. At least that's what he was told by the scouts who had visited him at his old home. First days were tough, but everyone else is probably just as, if not more anxious than you are.
Looking at the man in front of him, Haneul had to strongly disagree with that generalization. It was bad enough that the man was an adult and physically a larger presence in the room, it definitely didn't help that the first thing on the to-do list for the first day was a health and mutation test.
He was sitting on a low examination table, but there was no way he was just going to let himself be examined.
"So what is your specialty?" the man asked him not unkindly. He probably saw hundreds of cases of different... mutations, and so it was nothing to him, but Haneul wasn't quite comfortable with disclosing personal details about himself with a stranger, especially when the one large room for health and mutation tests was split into two by a thin opaque veil so that the process could be more efficient.
Haneul tries to pretend not to hear, but can't avoid it any longer when the man takes the smallest step towards him. Fighting back the almost overwhelming urge to flinch, Haneul mumbles, "I have wings."
There is more to it than that but it's already more than enough information in Haneul's books. The man looks intrigued and stretches out a hand. And this is when Hanuel jerks away reflexively, banging his shoulder into the short table beside him and sending a glass jar of cotton pads falling to the floor. That was going to leave a bruise. The shattering sound is piercing to his eardrums and he yelps in surprise. His eyes, however, are fixed on the man's still outstretched hand.
"Sir, could... Could I p-pls ask that you don't t-touch me," he manages to get out, all the while pushing himself back as far as he can go without falling off the other end of the table. The man simply looks confused, "Son, I just need to check and make sure you're healthy."
The man didn't get it. He was going to touch him, he was going to- Haneul manages to stifle just the end of a shriek when the man's hand presses gently down on his shoulder. The man's other hand goes down to lift the ends of his sweater upwards, exposing skin and just the tips of his wings. He's not being rough at all, quite the opposite. But Haneul still freezes, eyes filling with tears of fear and his shaking starts up from his hands and intensifying until his whole body is quivering.
The man pulls his sweater up slightly more, walking behind to examine the black appendages strapped tightly to his back by his harness. Haneul finds his voice again, as well as the strength to move, jerking away as best as he can, "Please stop!" Its a borderline scream, and he momentarily forgets that the room is split into two, and that right outside the door, are more of his peers who have probably definitely heard his breakdown.
