#sawakool

All he’d been after was a bag of crisps. That was a normal enough thing to expect from a vending machine, right? The whole thing had gone as expected, with Kael tapping the buttons, however impatiently, and the machine making that uncomfortable churning noise these machines always made. However, that’s all that happened. Kael, who’d managed to skip yet another breakfast, was pretty desperate to get his hands on these crisps but, apparently, the vending machine had different plans. An aggravated huff escaping him, he dropped into a crouch and stuffed his hands into the opening at the bottom of the machine. It was simply a matter of reaching far enough to pull the packet out himself. 

                                   Only there was nothing simple about it.

He could feel the packet and his fingers could easily brush along the bottom of it. Ideally, all he’d need to do was grip one corner between his fingers but this was not an ideal situation. A few determined tugs later and Kael had come to the horrific realisation that he was stuck. He was hungry and tired and now, on top all that, yes, he was well and truly stuck. And he wanted to scream.

“ Holy shit... ” All he could manage, despite that urge, was that one comment. He made one more attempt to yank his arm free but all he managed to do was lodge himself into a more painful position. He thoughts rushed to figure out what it was he must have done to have fucked up getting a snack quite so badly but, in the end, he gave up and sat himself on the concrete with his arm still firmly stuck. It was not until then, and not until he’d calmed down just a little, that he glanced over his shoulder and noticed another person standing there.

❛ are you looking for the girls’ volleyball team? i could guide you there but i’m not allowed to bother them so... if you think that’s alright for you. ❜

     “ -- Oh. ”

An acknowledgement becomes of his vision as such aggressive forwarding of his movements, resulted from none other than a dispute of minor frustration (  soon to blow forth into a nonexistence ), had caused the tragic misfortune of another’s beverage, now leaking against the pavement below.

Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random!

        HE WAS always watching her.

        she always occupied his thoughts regardless of what task was at hand. what started out as a mere, puppy-like crush had blossomed into something that he hadn’t experienced before. it couldn’t have love, however. it would’ve been presumptuous of him to assume that he was deserving of her affections when he was certain she hardly knew his name. the little information he had on her was evidence that his love for her was unsubstantiated and could’ve been perceived as superficial. the mysterious aura that exuded from her was what drew him in in the first place. he paid little attention to unfounded rumors that surrounded her and her origins, but he had little room to protest them. even if he did, he had no evidence to refute their claims. all he had were his own assumptions of what he believed she was like. it was unfair of him to project his ideas of her on sawako. but he needed confirmation. he just needed to know who she was. the enigmatic, peculiar student harshly dubbed ‘sadako’ by their classmates... he wanted to unravel and discover who she really was behind her ashen complexion and wispy strands of dark hair, the person behind the waterfall of black that draped over her shoulders and those warm, coffee-colored eyes. 

        sawako wasn’t some damsel in distress. to act as though they had a semblance of a familial relationship that would’ve warranted him protecting her was arrogant. although her appearance suggested otherwise, she didn’t need a protector. from his observations, she emanated independence, someone who embodied kindness and self-sufficiency. always the one to volunteer to assist the teacher or clean up the classroom without refusal or objection, and that’s what stuck out to him: her eagerness to help others. but even then, she was always hesitant to speak up in class, fumbling with her words and speaking in such a subdued voice that made it hard for anyone to hear. but that didn’t matter to him.

        it was greedy of him to assume that she would waste her time with someone who was hailed as nothing less than a playboy. his reputation of having kissed nearly every girl in the school didn’t really boost his chances of earning her affections or getting on her good side. did she even have an opinion of him to begin with? or was she indifferent?

        it sufficed to say that yamato was ecstatic when the teacher requested someone to act out the role of class representatives. not one, but two, a female and a male. he predicted his teacher’s way of choosing candidates by volunteering first, knowing that he would pick the second person himself after someone volunteered. of course, he underestimated his classmates willingness to work with him, and as soon as yamato voiced his desire to fulfill the duties as class rep, almost everyone else jumped out of their seats to stand alongside yamato.

        '... sawako, will you be our female class representative?’