Gakkan Urayasu High

Hey, this is my first original story, and I wrote this first chapter in a time-span of about two-three hours. I don't know if it's any good, but if someone does, drop me a line, okay? I'll probably work more on it if I get a few reviews. Thanks very much! *Smiles* (EDIT- I recently went through the story and deleted the Japanese phrases throughout the story, all except for the honourific terms at the ends of names because I honestly don't know how to translate that to English and make it sound right. Hopefully this will get people happier about it?)

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Brother! Come on, we’re gonna be late for school!” shouted Gakuto, pounding on my door.

I opened my eyes lazily, blinking slightly. I felt something on my face and noticed I was drooling. I moaned slightly, raising my hand to my chin and wipe it off. My door opened, and my younger brother stood there, ready for school and all. He had the blue trademark uniform, button-up shirt and slacks, on. His hair was combed back and tidy, and his teeth were more white than I’d ever seen them. Seriously, he was making too big a deal of this.

“Brother, why aren’t you up yet? School starts in an hour, and there are a lot of things you have to do to get ready!” Gakuto said, hurrying into my room and attempting at pulling me up by my arm. It didn’t work. “And Brother, why is your bed such a mess?”

I looked down, my blankets were strewn everywhere, half of them on the floor, the other half on the bed on the verge of sliding off the edge. I grinned sleepily. I always slept like this and it always seemed to piss Gakuto off to no end. The little clean-freak….

“Gaku….” I said slowly. “School is an hour away, like you said. Showering takes about ten minutes, breakfast another ten, brushing my teeth and getting dressed takes about twenty minutes, and that leaves twenty minutes to get to school. I’m gonna be fine.” I raised a hand and patted him on the head before using him as leverage to stand up (He made a sound like a squeak when I did that), stretching my limbs, body shaking slightly.

I yawned, covering my mouth with my right hand and walked tiredly to the door and towards the bathroom. I walked in, closing and locking the door, then began stripping off my green pajamas. I strolled to the shower and turned the faucet to “on.” I turned back to take off my boxer-shorts, then put my hand under the spray of water coming down from the shower-head. It was nearly scalding, just the way I liked it in the mornings. It wasn’t the most pleasant of feelings, true, but it worked to wake me up pretty damn well.

I pushed aside the shower curtain and put one leg inside the shower, then the other and closed the curtain, enjoying the sting of water on my tan skin. I waited until my hair was soaked, eyes closed, before reaching towards the familiar area I knew where my hair-care products would be. My hand closed around the shampoo- or, I assumed it was- and squeezed some out onto my hand. Yeah, the texture felt right, it was shampoo. Coconut, to be precise. I sighed, lathering it onto my blonde hair. My name’s Matsumoto Haruka, by the way, but I’m more commonly known as Haru. It’s my nickname, which I, like everyone else, prefer over my real name. That was my little brother, Gakuto, but his nickname is Gaku. He’s one year younger than me, a freshman, whereas I’m a sophomore. We just moved to Tokyo from Hiroshima. It wasn’t the easiest of moves, because I did have a lot of friends back there. But, you win some you lose some, right? See, my mother got this job offer here, and, her being a single mother paying for two growing boys, she needs all the money she can get. I mean, she’s a great mother and all, but when it comes to getting the money to pay for things, she’s not the luckiest. But, this job offer was the best she could get and if it meant supporting her sons, she’d do it.

So, here I am, getting ready for my first day of school at my new high school. I have no clue where it is and I have met absolutely no one in the school before. In a nut shell, I’m kinda screwed. But, this happens with a lot of people, right? They go to a new schools, but they meet friends. I’m sure I can’t be any different. And besides, Gaku seems to be so tense and uptight about it, I really doubt he’d not know what direction we’d have to go in order to get to school. So, when I mentioned to him earlier that walking to school takes about twenty minutes, yeah, I was bluffing. I honestly had no clue how long it could take. But, what’s the worst that could happen? I might be a little late, it’s not like I can’t handle a little scolding from some teacher who doesn’t know me at all.

Once I was all washed up, I got out of the shower and walked to my room, thankful Gaku was gone. I think I took a little longer than I should have in the shower, and I didn’t need him telling me off for that. I just gathered all my clothes together and began dressing. Once I was dressed, shoes, socks, and all, I walked downstairs casually, smelling pancakes. Looks like Gaku was making breakfast while I was in the shower. I sat down at the table, watching him walking towards me with a plate. Two pancakes absolutely drowned in maple syrup was on the plate, just the way I love it. I grinned before picking up a fork and having at the food, reveling in the delicious taste of fried cakes in the morning. I laughed lightly at the thought. This couldn’t be healthy, not at all….

“What’s so funny?” Gaku asked me, raising one eyebrow.

“Oh, nothin’, nothin’.” I shrugged him off before going back to my food. Once I was finished and had gotten a glass of milk from the refrigerator, I went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

“Mom at work?” I yelled down the stairs, mouth full of toothpaste. I heard a faint “Yeah” in response. That was good, I didn’t want okasan nagging me about looking good on my first day of school and whatever. She’d say someone about how all the other students would look nice because it’s the first day of school for them, too. I looked in the mirror, my navy-colored eyes staring back at me tiredly. Looks like the hot shower didn’t work too well. Oh, well, I couldn’t really care less. I spit out the toothpaste into the sink, put my toothbrush back in the cup on the counter, then walked back down the stairs. Gaku was waiting by the door, his and my schoolbags in hand. He stretched out the arm with my schoolbag towards me, and I took it, muttering a small “thanks” before following him out the door.

“So, Gaku, you know where we’re going, right?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Of course, I’d never rely on you to know how to get somewhere. Your sense of direction is pretty horrible anyway, Brother.” He responded, not even turning around when talking to me. Brat.

“Hey, I know some things about directions.” I said defensively. “Like, North, East, South, West and whatever….” I rubbed the back of my neck, just realizing how stupid that must of sounded. Note to self, think before talking. Easier said than done.

Gaku just shook his head, and I heard rather than saw his smile when he next spoke. “Brother, that‘s not the only thing about directions and where things are located.”

“….” I stayed silent for a moment before. “Brat.” Gaku just shook his head again, and I heard faint laughter coming from him this time.

Gaku and I never fought, it was sort of some unwritten law of our own being, I guess. We were just too close, too good of friends really to take anything the other said offensively. He was just too nice to insult someone intentionally and directly, anyway, and I just was too lazy to give anyone the time of day. That made for a pretty good friendship, if you ask me.

“Hey, what’s the name of this school, anyway?” I asked after a long silence.

“Gakkan Urayasu high.” answered Gaku, almost immediately. I think he knew I was gonna ask that.

I just nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. Figures it would be some long name like that, it being in Tokyo and all.

Gaku and I continued walking, me looking down at him on occasion, making sure I wasn’t walking on without him. I was behind him, but he was so much shorter than me, it was easy to just over-look him. Though, it wasn’t so hard to miss him: Flaming red hair that came just below his ears and round amethyst eyes was a rarity. Pretty simple to pick him out from a crowd.

Finally, I saw a large building up ahead. My mouth opened slightly, I admit, I was a little shocked. It was bigger than my old school, a lot bigger. And, I think I might’ve been a little nervous, to be honest. I could get lost pretty easily in that kind of building. It looked more like a maze than a high school, really. My eyes were drawn to Gaku, for he had stopped walking and was digging in his pocket for something. He extracted a white piece of paper with what looked like a list on it. He held it out for me, and I just watched him, confused.

“It’s your schedule, Haru.” Ooh, he only said that when he was serious. “Now, we really are going to be late, so you better go find your classroom, okay? Class starts in….” He shook back his sleeve and looked at his watch. “precisely twelve minutes, so you better hurry up. I already know where my class is, but you don’t know where yours is, do you?” He shook his head slightly. “Brother, get going, okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble.

I felt a little more nervous by this point, grabbed my schedule, and hurried off, calling after my shoulder “Be careful, okay Gaku?” Okay, now why the hell am I getting nervous? Didn’t I say I didn’t care if I was scolded for being late? Okay, that was probably more bluffing on my part….

I walked into the building, a little faster than was probably allowed, and looked around for my classroom. I stopped dead, smacking myself on the forehead. I didn’t even know what my homeroom classroom was. I looked at my schedule, seeing that it was room 306. The problem? I had no effing clue where that could be. Now, I was feeling a little less nervous and little more panicky when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I couldn’t help it, I jumped.

“Excuse me, but you look a little lost. Could I help you at all?” asked a voice. It sounded really…. Nice. I wasn’t going to say “silky smooth” or “handsome” or any of that girly stuff. Just that…. Okay, his voice was those things, but I’m not gonna say them.

I turned around, holding my breath. I told myself I was only nervous because I was going to be late for class, that’s it. But this guy…. He looked…. I shook my head, clearing it. No. I was not going to have those thoughts.


“Uh…. Oh, y-yeah, yeah I could use some help.” I said. Why the hell did my voice tremble? I looked into his eyes, and I swear they were sparkling. The most beautiful shade of emerald I’d ever seen and-Why the hell was I having these thoughts? This isn’t right, we’re both guys. Okay, I like his eyes, they’re…. a nice colour. But that’s *all.*


“Alright, I take it that you’re new here?” he asked. I nodded and he gave me a warm smile. “Then I should introduce myself. My name’s Kimio Katsutoshi. I’m the student-body president. And, what’s your name?”

“Um, my name?” Get it together, Haru! Just tell him your goddamned name! “M-my name’s Matsumoto Haruka.” There, that wasn’t so hard, right?

“Haruka…. I like that name.” Kimio-san(6) flashed me another smile, and I swear to Kami-Sama (7) I felt my face heat up. Man, what was wrong with me?

“Oh, um, thank you.” I mumbled.

“May I see your schedule, Matsumoto-san?” asked Kimio-san, reaching out a hand towards my own.

I didn’t trust my voice to speak, just nodded and held it out for him. He took it and looked down at it, smiling (again!) after a few seconds.

“Well, Matsumoto-san, looks like we have the same home-room. I can take you there easily. You have everything?” He glanced at me, tilting his head slightly.

I cleared my throat, ensuring that it wouldn’t crack when I spoke. “Yeah, I’ve got everything.”

“Glad to hear it. Well, shall we be going?” He said, smile never leaving his face. I just nodded again, and followed after him as soon as he started walking, making sure to keep close. It wasn’t like I wanted to be close to him, though, it was just that there was a lot of people around and I could have been swept away. I just didn’t want to get lost, at least, that’s what I told myself.

Now I got to get a really good look at Kimio-san. He was at least a head taller than me and his hair was black, and long. Well, not to the point where it was out of control, it was really just past his shoulders, give or take a few centimeters. But, it was so dark, like a raven almost. Shiny, looked silky and soft, and I actually had to catch myself from reaching up and touching it. Haru, get a grip! I kicked myself, I should not be acting this way. Kimio-san is the guy helping me find my class, that’s all. But, even that didn’t seem to convince me to stop wanting to touch his hair. I didn’t, but Kami-Sama, did I want to….

“So, how old are you, Matsumoto-san?” Asked Kimio-san suddenly, still walking.

“Oh, I’m fifteen-years-old, Kimio-san. And, yourself?” I asked the last part hesitantly. Would it be rude to ask him this?

But Kimio-san just laughed softly and said “I’m just a year older than you, then. I’m a junior at this school, and you’re a sophomore, right?”

I nodded, then, realizing he couldn’t see it, uttered a small “Yes”.

Finally, he stopped in front of one of the many doors and, laying on hand on the doorknob, opened it. The class inside of the room was still chattering, which gave me the idea that class hadn’t started yet.

Kimio-san walked into the room and towards a group of boys, all a little good-looking. None of them as much as Kimio-san, but I would never ever say that out loud.

I didn’t follow Kimio-san, didn’t want to impose myself. He said he’d get me to class, that was all. Trying to fit it with some new group without even being invited was rude and I would look like an idiot anyway. But, Kimio-san looked back at me and was about to say something, before I saw a flash of purple and blue. Then it was gone. Then it was there again.

….

“Hey-” said a voice. “Are you--the new--student?”

I looked down and noticed a boy standing there, short. Very short. About Gaku’s height, and it looked like he was jumping up and down, trying to get face-level with me. He had stopped hopping and was just grinning widely at me. I blinked. His hair was purple, really purple. Not quite violet, but more indigo. Violently indigo, really. And his eyes were a periwinkle blue. In short, he was a pretty cute kid. He honestly didn't look any older than a seventh or eighth grader, so I assumed he was just a freshman. That or he was really smart and skipped a grade or two.

“Um, yeah, I’m a new student. My name’s-” I started, but this boy cut me off.

“Matsumoto Haruka!” he said joyfully. “Obuchi-Sensei told me about you! Or, really, I overheard him and Ryusaki-Sensei talking about you coming into his class.” He continued grinning before holding out-or really, up-a hand, giving me the hint he wanted a handshake. “I’m Saromi Yuudai, but you can call Yuudai, okay?”

I nodded, a little taken aback by his enthusiasm. It was really early in the morning, and he seemed so happy. Regardless, I took his hand and shook it. But, I just remembered, Kimio-san was still over there. I looked over Yuudai (which really wasn’t that difficult), but Kimio-san was talking with his friends, laughing and having a good time by the looks of it. I felt a small twinge of…. Something in my stomach. Jealousy? Anger? Depression? Something bad like that. Why? Because he was going about his own business, spending time with his friends and not with some younger class-man he had just met? I had no right to be feeling this way. I just shook my head and looked back to Yuudai. He seemed like a nice boy, I’m sure I could be friends with him.

“Mmm? Haruka, are you okay?” asked Yuudai, cocking his head. Strangely enough, I could see a lot of Gaku in him. Maybe it was the shortness, or just all around cuteness, but there were some similarities. I’d have to introduce them to eachother some time, they’d probably get along really well. Not to mention…. Well, I’ve had my suspicions about Gaku for some time now. And, Yuudai didn’t seem to straightest guy I’ve ever met either. Now, I’m loosely basing all of this off of just how they act, but anything can happen, right? Besides, if it does work, maybe Yuudai could work on getting Gaku to be more open and, well…. Alive. I’ve heard that when he’s in school, he’s a really quiet guy, never says much and only really speaks when someone talks to him first. Other than that, he doesn’t make any move to make friends.

Suddenly I heard a gasp and Yuudai started crying. Or, at least I think it was crying. Mock crying, I think. I wasn’t sure. All I know what that I heard the words “Haruka-senpai’s ignoring me!” a lot.

I stammered to find words, shaking my head. “Uh, Yuudai, no, I wasn’t, sorry. I was just thinking, sorry.” I tended to say “sorry” a lot when I felt guilty over something. Think of it like the closing of every sentence.

Then, Yuudai suddenly stopped crying and bounced right back up, looking as though he hadn’t been distressed at all. I blinked. This kid was really weird.

“Okay!” said Yuudai loudly. “Haru, let’s go over here!” And he grabbed my arm and took me over to two desks, sitting me down in one and him sitting on top of the same desk. He stretched his legs and put rested them on top of the other desk, indicating that when the teacher came in, he would be sitting in that one.

I blinked again at him. Kinda strange he knew to call me by my nickname, but I was thankful just the same. Suddenly, the bell rang and Yuudai jumped off of my desk and into his before anyone else did. I felt another tap on my shoulder and looked up, Kimio-san was standing over me, smiling again.

"Mind if I sit here?” he asked, indicating towards desk on the other side of me. There was only one, and that one was next to the wall.

I nodded but said “Don’t you want to sit with your friends?” I mean, really, he was having fun with them earlier on and seemed to enjoy their company. He didn’t have much of a reason to sit by me, now did he?

Kimio-san just laughed softly, saying “Yeah, but I’d rather sit with you, Matsumoto-san.” Kami-Sama, why did he have to say those things? I swear, my face felt so hot, and I knew I was blushing. I think I saw Kimio-san’s smile widen slightly, before turning towards the front of the room as a person I assumed was the teacher walked in.

Yuudai had told me the sensei’s name was Obuchi-Sensei. I gulped, Obuchi-Sensei looked really…. Scary. He was tall, not very muscular looking, but had a really foreboding air about him. He had navy, almost black, hair that was slicked back and very tidy. His dark grey eyes were narrowed, and looked like they were that way constantly. Small glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, and his black suit really complimented his pale skin. His eyes swept the whole room before resting on me, and I swear to all the Gods he smirked at me. I had never been more scared in my life.

“We have a new student, class.” he announced, his voice was really low and was abnormally smooth. He walked towards his desk, looking at a sheet of paper. “Matsumoto Haruka” he read off of it, “is from Hiroshima. He’s just moved here last month, so you should all give him your best mannerisms, understood?” He said these words like he really didn’t want to at all. I had a hunch he was obliged by the school to do it, because, given the choice, I think he’d just tell people to ignore me. He didn’t seem to like me at all. But then again, I had to wonder if he liked anyone. “Alright, let’s get on with the lesson, shall we?”

I listened intently on what Obuchi-Sensei was saying, because personally, the most embarrassing thing is when a teacher calls on you and you don’t know the answer. But, Kimio-san slid me a piece of paper that was folded in half. I glanced at him curiously, but his eyes were on Obuchi-Sensei. I looked back down at the paper, took it in my hands, and unfolded it silently. I read the words once, shook my head, clearing it. I must’ve imagined what it said here. So, I read them again. Same words. Haru, stop having wishful thoughts and concentrate on reading what it really says! I yelled at myself mentally. But, the third time reading, it was the same.

“Do you mind joining me after school for a tour around Tokyo?” it read. Kami-Sama, it really did say that! I blinked at it a few times, taking my pencil and writing on the same piece of paper. My hand was trembling slightly, and I had to take a deep breath before writing. I wanted my penmanship to be legible, didn‘t I? “Sure, that would be nice. Thank you, Kimio-san.” and slid it back to him. Kimio-san read it, chuckled quietly, and wrote something on it before handing it to me again. “Great! I’ll meet you at the front entrance inside the building at four, right after the bell rings, okay? And by the way, you can call me ‘Katsutoshi’, I don’t mind.” My eyes widened just a little bit. An upper-classman giving a lower-classman permission to call him by his first name? That’s just unheard of, but I felt so…. What? I don’t know…. I just was excited, happy, and a lot of other good things. That is, until-

“Matsumoto, may I inquire as to why you are passing notes in my class rather than listening to this lesson?” Obuchi-Sensei’s voice came directly next to my ear. I jumped, and turned my head, seeing his face inches from my own. I held my breath, but he just raised an eyebrow at me.

“Obuchi-Sensei, it’s my fault, I passed the-” started Katsutoshi, but Obuchi-Sensei cut him off by raising a hand, indicating for him to stop talking. “I shall decide who is in trouble here and who is not, Kimio.” Just then, the bell rang, and I moved to stand up, but Obuchi-Sensei pushed me back down into my chair.

“Obuchi-Sensei, we have to get to our next class, will you just-”

“Kimio, *you* will leave for your class, I have a few words I need to speak to Matsumoto about.” Obuchi-Sensei cut him off again, dismissing Katsutoshi with a wave of his hand. But Katsutoshi didn’t go, and he opened his mouth to retort when he caught my eyes. I was really silently just begging him to leave, I didn’t want him in trouble because of me. He sighed, nodded, and began walking away, closing the classroom door behind him.

“Now, Matsumoto, kindly explain to me why this-” Obuchi-Sensei picked up the folded up paper that Katsutoshi and I were talking with- “is more important than my lesson.”

“Because I hate you.” was what I wanted to say, but I held myself back. No need getting in even more trouble. So, I just sufficed with shrugging. The casual, I don’t give a shit was the best route for me right now.

“Really now? Shall I have a look, then?” Obuchi-Sensei began unfolding the paper and started reading it, a smirk forming on his face when he finished.

“So,” he began, “you and Kimio are going to be going on a date, hmm? That’s what was so much more important than my lesson?” He tilted his head, hands supporting his weight on my desk. He leaned down further, his face, seriously, centimeters from mine. I could feel his breath on my lips and I recoiled slightly. What the hell was his problem?

“I-uh…. Well, I guess it could have waited, but it didn’t, so there really isn’t much that can be done about it now, now is there?” I said, sarcasm and spite evident in my voice.

Obuchi-Sensei’s eyes narrowed even more, and he moved his face closer to mine again. “Oh, but there is. Detention, Matsumoto, from four P.M. until five P.M. today, after school.” My eyes widened, shaking my head.

“Y-you can’t do that! That’s not fair! You know I have plans today and you-”

“Are you saying you want another detention, Matsumoto? Because I’ll give it, just say the word.” Obuchi-Sensei interrupted me.

I gritted my teeth and shook my head. Standing up, I grabbed my bag and walked out of the classroom. I was really surprised to see Yuudai there waiting for me. I had completely forgotten about him in all of this, and was actually really glad to see a friendly face after that unwelcome run-in with Obuchi-Sensei.

“Mm? Is Haru-senpai okay? I was really worried!” said Yuudai, a little loudly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got a detention is all, don’t worry.” I replied, forcing a smile.

“What? But you’ll miss your date tonight!” said Yuudai, looking very concerned.

I blinked. “How did you-?” But he interrupted me.

“I read the note between Haru-senpai and Kimio-senpai over Haru-senpai’s shoulder!” said Yuudai, grinning broadly. Figures he’d be nosy like that. But, I couldn’t help but smile back. But wait…. Did he call my plans with Katsutoshi a…. date? Oh well. I shook my head. It’s not like it mattered anymore anyway….


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As we walked to our next class, Yuudai suddenly stopped. I looked back at him, confused.

“Something wrong, Yuudai?” I asked him.

“Oh, Haru-senpai, I just remembered.” he laughed lightly. “We’re in different classes. You have Social Studies and I have Home Economics. I’ll see you later, ne, Haru-senpai?” and he turned around and began walking swiftly in the other direction. I nodded to myself, looking at my schedule again. Crap, I didn’t know where Social Studies was. I relied on Yuudai with all my other classes, but now…. I was lost, literally.

But before long, I felt someone grab my arm, turn me around, and brace their hands on my shoulders. I looked at the person's face, and realized it was Katsutoshi.

“Are you okay, Haruka?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you since Obuchi kept you behind! He didn’t do anything too bad, right?” Katsutoshi’s eyes were boring into mine, and I really couldn’t bring myself to look away. At least, that's what I told myself.

“Uh, actually….” I started, then sighed. “Obuchi-Sensei gave me detention. Today, after school….” I looked down. So much for our plans, right? But, I heard Katsutoshi start laughing quietly and looked back up. Katsutoshi grinned at me.

I blinked at him. “What?” I asked.

“Well, since I’m the student body president, I get to pull a few strings. Which means I can get you out of detention with Obuchi with no problem. It was really him just being unfair, everyone knows how he can get like that. So, as long as it was an unjustified punishment, you no longer have detention. When really, it should be be having detention, anyway.” Katsutoshi said, grin still on his face. "Anyway, is that alright, Haruka?” he added. "Getting you out of detention like this?"

“O-of course it’s alright!” I all but squeaked. I cleared my throat. “W-what can I do to repay you, Kimio-s--I mean, Katsutoshi?” I caught myself. It was hard getting used to calling him by his first name.

Katsutoshi just smiled softly. “Say you’ll still go with me on a tour around Tokyo after school, and that’s payment enough,” he said.

I smiled. A real, sincere, serious smile. “Of course I’ll go with you, Katsutoshi.” Oh my Kami-Sama, I can’t believe I actually said a sentence to this boy without stuttering. Or blushing for that matter.

“Great. Now, what class do you have next?” Katsutoshi looked over at my schedule in my hand, then smiled again. "Same class again. First and last period together, that can work nicely. Here, it’s this way, Haruka.” And he grabbed my hand in his, and began leading me down a hallway to the left, then entered the first classroom on our right.

He continued holding onto my hand until we got to the back of the classroom where two empty desks were. He let go of my hand and sat down in one desk while I sat in the other. I couldn’t help it, I smiled. Now this day couldn’t go by any faster.


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I sighed. I had come to grips with the fact that I might have had a little crush on him. But *that’s all!* Just a little crush. Besides, I’m probably going through that adolescent phase. You know, the one where I’m attracted *very slightly* to a member of the same sex? This’ll go away really soon, I know it. And then, Katsutoshi and I can be just friends. At least, that’s what I really tried convincing myself….

But a thought had occurred to me at that point. This date (completely platonic!) was right after school, but I had to walk Gaku home. It would be around four, and it does take awhile to get home. By that time, the sun would have been setting, and since Gaku’s a little boy not very good at protecting himself…. This was Tokyo and everything…. It could be dangerous and I really didn’t want anything happening to him. But wait-Yuudai! I grinned. Didn’t I say earlier I wanted to introduce those two to eachother? Well, this is an opportune moment. That’s it, when this class ends, I’ll meet up with Yuudai and Gaku, and ask Yuudai to walk Gaku home instead. It’s nothing against Gaku, it’s just…. I’m was being really selfish, so sue me. Meeting someone like Yuudai could definitely do him some good. Maybe he could talk with Yuudai, bond with him or something. Hey, anything’s possible, right?