Friends For Never (Kohaku)

Ze heaved as hir teacher told hir to bring the supplies down to the first year students and to one of the teachers. It was something that ze was often willing to do for people though because ze usually wasn’t busy or hanging around anyone during school, so it was always an opening for teachers to call in for a delivery-boy, or in this case, not a boy perhaps. As Kohaku made his way down to the classrooms, ze took a little hop to fix the papers and books in his grasp. It wasn’t like the students at Ouran academy were really hard workers, but I guess the teacher down there would actually need something to teach with.

As Kohaku found hir way to the room and opened the door in an annoyed fashion, ze found hirself furrowing hir brow at the unfamiliar figure that seemed to be the only one in the room as he slammed the door. When ze brushed a bit of hair from hir face, without any hesitation, ze spoke up oddly, “Where is the teacher?” in a bit of a raspy voice, which then caused him to cough several times to relieve whatever was in his throat. Pushing his way into the room anyway and setting the things on the teacher’s desk, his gaze returned to the girl.

Kohaku didn’t expect anyone to be in the room. If anyone, ze suspected that the teacher would be there, but not some random girl. Ze had seen her around before though, but ze wasn’t familiar with whatever her name may be. A majority of the female students didn’t have their hair up, so she was pretty easily recognizable. That, and her height was a bit key factor in the appearance that she had, but the name slipped hir mind. After adjusting hir position and fixing the purple cloaking shawl over hir head that draped over hir uniform, ze waited for an answer from the female.

The low voice that Kohaku had contained in hir suggested that ze was male, though that wasn’t necessarily the case, such as in Haruhi’s case with her more masculine voice as opposed to most females at the academy. When approached, ze shifted away a bit, not really wanting to be touched by anyone as ze helped the female that was now helping put the books away. Ze nodded when Henrietta said that the teacher was on break and replied with, “Thank you. Alright, that’s nice to know,” nodding once after that and glancing at the shelves and drawers that the papers and books were now neatly placed into.

With the lack of eye contact that she was giving, Kohaku already assumed that she was a very shy person. It wasn’t hard to detect, but ze found that keeping eye contact in line with how tall you are, especially if you’re short or tall, is just to try to avoid the eye contact of someone else. Well this is going to be awkward… ze thought to himself about how the teacher wasn’t there. Ze wondered when she would be back and hoped that it wouldn’t be too long so that the awkwardness between the two didn’t grow anymore.

As Kohaku noticed the blush on her cheeks, ze concluded that it was because of shyness. Ze thought that, even with his pride in appearance, no one would really be physically attracted to hir, so ze automatically went to the shyness idea. “Kohaku,” ze introduced, “And no, it’s fine. I really only came down to drop those off.”

Kohaku was not one of many words, so ze knew that this would most likely get very awkward very fast since she most likely didn’t talk all that much either with the shyness. When ze was questioned if ze was good at mathematics, ze blinked a few times. It seemed like an odd question to hir, but ze replied with, “Not particularly. It isn’t my strong point,” adjusting the cloak over hir head to keep hirself mostly covered up. Thinking about when the teacher would return, ze wondered how much longer ze would be stuck in a room with the girl. Ze knew that ze should stay until the teacher got back so that she knew that ze had dropped off the things that ze needed, but ze was starting to feel more and more awkward.

At the repeating of hir name, hir brow furrowed once more and ze pushed hir hands into hir pockets, averting hir eyes away from the female who mentioned that she had work to do, which explained why she asked the first question. Ze remembered when ze was a first year. It wasn’t a very fun experience, meeting new people that judged hir and bugged hir about hir cloak and such, but it was something that ze got used to and would often ignore people whenever they’d ask about it.

Ze finally found hirself asking “Are you in this class?” curiously after snapping back into reality. She did take the appearance of being a first-year student, but with appearances in Ouran academy, you really never could know. After all, Haninozuka was very short for his age and always acted so naïve, but the boy was in his grade. It puzzled him, but he didn’t bother questioning it.