✦ CECIL

8 AM

. . . yeah, it was so over. you had introduced yourself in front of the class, yawning and rubbing your eyes as nobara and yuuji giggled quietly in the back of the room, before the teacher told you where to sit. there was an empty seat next to megumi, who had not participated in trying to ragebait you via giggling, and you were grateful to be able to sit with someone you already knew. the lesson mainly consistent of information for the upcoming school year, so you got the chance to zone out for most of it, naively relying on nobara to maybe at least listen to some of it. you realised that maybe your hope in any of them shouldn't be as big after megumi had kicked after yuuji for the third time in two minutes—him and nobara sat in front of you—trying to get him to shut up and listen. well. maybe at least megumi would be somewhat reliable if there wasn't a big yuuji shaped distraction.

you didn't even have the time to get startled by the ring of the bell, as yuuji and nobara already pulled you with them to get something to eat, megumi following quietly. they were both listing spots near the school that they had to show you, occasionally interrupting themselves to introduce you to what seemed like every single person they saw, which you definitely couldn't keep track of anymore after a while. there were two girls—nanako and himiko—that were apparently the daughters of one of your teachers; and then they had also introduced you to megumi's sister and some of the teachers. you just nodded along most of the time, hoping that especially the teachers wouldn't start questioning you about your transfer, although you were sure most of them knew the reasons already. the rest of the day was just as uneventful, although you really couldn't complain. if anything, you were grateful for it. you made your way back to the dorms with nobara, saying goodbye to yuuji and megumi, whose rooms were on the other end of the hallway. despite the lack of events, you were exhausted regardless and about to go to sleep, but you could see the screen of your phone light up out of the corner of your eyes and decided to check it before actually granting yourself some much deserved sleep.

you let out a small huff before checking the rest of your notifications, the name on your screen making your eyes widened in surprise.

yuta had just texted you.

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yuta had helped you a lot earlier, before leaving to find his friends that he had told you he hadn't seen in a long while. you'd hesitantly made your way to the dorm that had been assigned to you, and now you were here, bags behind you and the door open in front of you. "and who are you?" there was a girl sitting on the bed on the left side of the room, combing her brown bob as she stared at you with an eyebrow raised. her side of the room was already fully decorated, posters and plants scattered on the walls and shelves, most of it in different shades of pink along with white. It looked kind of cute. "uh.... I'm [name]?", you said reluctantly, pulling your bags and suitcase into the room and closing the door behind you. the girl pointed at you, eyes lighting up as she did so. "oh my god, you're the new student! yuuji talked about you!", she exclaimed, suddenly sounding way more friendly than she had at first. you had no idea who yuuji was and how he knew about you, but you just nodded along to her words, moving to slowly unpack your stuff. nobara just kept talking, before eventually realising that you were unpacking and offering to help you.

nobara and you had, fortunately, quickly gotten along and the evening had ended with the two of you playing some games and talking a lot. it had turned out that her friend, yuuji, had overheard some teachers talking about you coming to this school, which was how she had known about you. she'd even invited you to the group chat with her friends since you were all in the same class, and you let them follow your socials. she'd even told you a bit about yuta, after you had mentioned having met him. the evening had overall put your mind at ease a little bit, the worries about the new school almost forgotten as the two of you ate, talked and took pictures together.

with a sigh, you turn on your phone. it wasn't like you'd never see them again, but you already missed your friends from kyoto more than you'd like to admit to yourself.

with your bags slung over your shoulder and the rest of your luggage unevenly spread on your other hands, you do your best to get off the bus without tripping and embarrassing yourself, suitcase dragging behind you and occasionally hitting your feet as you made your way to the entrance.

the school itself doesn't look that bad—there's students everywhere already, small groups of people hugging each other as they finally get to reunite for the upcoming school year.

it stings a bit. seeing everyone be able to run up to their friends, while kamo and miwa are at what feels like the other side of the world, while you're stuck in tokyo.

not looking where you're going, it doesn't take long for you to bumb into someone, bags falling to the ground around you as you land on your butt with an irritated groan.

"oh god— I'm so sorry—" ready to scold whoever the fuck had run into you (you pointedly ignored that you were at fault), you looked up, eyebrows furrowed before you could feel your face morph into what was probably the most embarrassing expression you could manage, as your brain reminded you of your goal for the school year. you had been about to last not even an entire day. don't get in trouble. don't get into fights. be kind and nice and caring. the words died on your tongue as you looked up, the boy in front of you already on his feet again as he continued to apologise, hand in his hair that he tried to comb out of his face before reaching out to you. you reluctantly took the hand he was holding out; surprised by how cold and rough they felt, your brain not registering it as something that fit his appearance. "I'm so sorry, I should have looked where I was going", he said with an awkward laugh as he pulled you up from the ground, before hurriedly picking up some of your bags and slinging them over his shoulder. "no, it's— it's okay—", you said dumbfoundedly, although you weren't sure why this was throwing you off so much. you picked up the remaining bags and your suitcase, motioning for him to hand you the rest, but he just shook his head with a smile. "it's okay, I'll carry them— just tell me where you were going" you were about to decline, but he just shook his head again, an apologetic look on his face. "it's the least I can do after making you fall!" well. It hadn't even been his fault, but you didn't necessarily mind the help. Your shoulders hurt just from looking at the amount of luggage you had brought with you from kyoto. "I'm yuta, by the way", he said, waiting for you to get ready to walk. "[name]", you responded, following him towards the front doors. "[name]...", yuta repeated, a thoughtful look on his face as he did so, "are you a first year? I haven't seen you around before— but I was also not even at school here last year, so I probably missed out on a lot of people—" you bit your lower lip at his words, but you were also somewhat grateful that not everyone seemed to know about you. "I transfered from kyoto, I'm starting my second year", you eventually said carefully, and Yuta's eyes lit up at your words. "oh! you might know mai, then! mai zenin? I'm friends with her sister" you nodded as yuta pushed open the door for you to walk through. "yeah, I've seen her a few times" the door fell close behind the two of you as he stopped, looking around the building where only a few students were already, compared to what it looked like outside. "well, since I assume you haven't been here yet, I can just show you where you should be able to find someone to show you where to leave your stuff at", he started, motioning towards a flight of stairs near you, "and I can also give you my number in case you need help with anything else or if you want me to show you around sometime! I also haven't been here in a while, but me and the other third years still have a lot of spots I can show you" "that would be great, really", you nodded along as he spoke with a thankful smile, while trying to fish your phone out of your pant pocket rather unsuccessfully, aware that you had embarrassed yourself way more than you would like to in less than an hour of being here already. yuta waited patiently for you to hand him your unlocked phone, a small smile on his face as he typed in his number. well. maybe this school wouldn't be that bad.