2: ‘But, why did it laugh?’

The Akaashi Home

Wednesday, 12th of September

The endless battle of school work never seemed to end. Akaashi was used to that. Although, he could not help but to wonder how it was even possible that he always got his work done and turned in on time.

Then he remembered why that was.

He had no one to make him do something besides his school work, so he just did it.

Not exactly the nicest thing to remember but it did not bother Akaashi one bit. Instead, it made him happy. Happy to know that he would not have a nuisance bother him.

Once he finished the last assignment, his mind started wondering around. He thought about what he should do once he graduated. A part of him wanted to drop out before college but the other part of him wanted to go to college, and become an editor.

Akaashi had a good eye for picking out errors. Sometimes, his teachers would make him proofread peoples’ work. To him it was quick and easy extra credit. Per contra, others judged Akaashi. They said he was just a silent show off, who thinks no one is good enough to be his friend.

This, however, had zero effect on him because since he was a child he had blocked out people who he did not need to listen to. Anything people had said were silent sound waves to him.

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Fukurōdani Academy

Thursday, 13th of September

When he arrived at school the following day after his little “runaway” act, he could not help to notice that the halls were devoid of people.

Even though it did not phase him that no one was there, he decided to look for everyone. He found them all in the gymnasium, sitting down in rows.

He listened to whomever was speaking. He did not care at all but was too bored not to. He heard something about the school wanting people to join more clubs.

To Akaashi, clubs were not his forte. Although, one night he dreamt of joining the Volleyball Club as a setter. Since he had zero setter or volleyball skills, that dream was, in the end, just a dream.

Dreams were something that never meant to Akaashi. He thought they were absurd in many ways. The terms “chase your dreams” and “make your dreams come true” always bothered him. They are dreams for a reason. If they come true then what comes next? Will you dream about what you do after that point in your life?

He started to walk around the school. His thoughts started to drown him. Unnecessary things would pop into his head. For example, if he turned off his night light before leaving for school.

Akaashi liked being lost in his thoughts. His thoughts were the only thing that he could withstand. He was good when it came to quick thinking. He could play out multiple scenes in his head and pick the one with the best outcome for the situation.

“Hey, you!” Akaashi broke his thought when he heard someone shout at him down across the hall. The voice sounded familiar. He, then, realized something. That voice was the very same voice he heard yesterday in the hallway. Why was it back? What could it possibly need from him?

He stopped, abruptly, in his tracks. He did not turn back to see who the voice belonged to. Yet, he was interested. Only a little bit, though.

“Finally,” the voice spoke as it sighed in relief. Akaashi stood still, not making a sound, trying to find a way to escape. “You’re really hard to talk to. I’ve been trying to speak to you all week.” It laughed a tender laugh. A laugh that could get anyone’s attention.

But, why did it laugh*?*

Akaashi was mute. Talking will only lead to conversation he thought to himself. He did not care if he ignored someone but something in his mind was telling him to say something. One thing. That was all.

He swallowed as he closed his eyes. He reopened them, shifting his head up to the ceiling, and sighed. He did not know what to say exactly. “No,” was what he said in the end.

There was no response. Finally relaxed, thinking the person left, Akaashi turned around. Only to meet the possessor of the voice.

Yellow eyes was the first thing Akaashi noticed. He was a big stickler for noticing things like that.

“Why did you say ‘no’? Do you hate me? Please don’t hate me! I’m a really nice person!” Yellow-eyes said in a dramatic tone. Something about his attitude was odd. It was very childlike. Strange yet intriguing.

Akaashi held back the urge to roll his eyes. “You’re annoying,” he told him what came to his mind first. This caused Mr. Yellow-Eyes to gasp loudly. “Stop that. That sound is obnoxious.” All he got back was a laugh and a smile in response to his questions

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