Chapter 2
[A/N]: I'm sorry if there are religious people that read this. I'll be making a faulty, agnostic/atheistic and somehow egoistical reader in this fanfic.
You never knew why you were alive. You didn't know your purpose, you didn't know what to do. For every single day, you make yourself tired with overwhelming activities, just so you can feel a spark in you hollow heart.
You tried talking to a higher being, following your guardian's devotion. But it didn't help. In fact, it opened your eyes about the blind faith that you refused to spend your life in. You never told your guardian about that. Never.
You tried to copy people's emotions and expressions in hope of feeling the same things that they feel. You want to live, not by breathing, by existing, by surviving. You want to feel human.
You were attracted to warmth, something you never had in your childhood. So when you met your friend in your first year of highschool, who showed you the warmth you needed, the care you deserved, you refused to let them go, resulting on them being suffocated by you. They eventually drifted away from you, and started having friends of their own, the same friends you told her that makes you very uncomfortable.
Being the nice person they were, when you had the conversation, of how things are happening for them, they still tried to break things down little by little to not shock you. The only person who made you genuinely happy, made you feel loved, made you alive, gave up on your possessiveness.
For the first time, you cried your heart for a friend. You never told anyone, you kept it on your heart, as you tried to not make a noise. Painful silent sobs filled your room as you clutched your hurting heart. You gritted your teeth as you desperately stop the tears from flowing.
You had acquaintances and people you hung out with, but they were different. They were your soulmate. You tried to blame yourself. Maybe it was your personality, that wasn't even originally yours.
They just left you like that.
You would never do that to them. Never in your life that it crossed you mind that one day you'll leave them. You spent your remaining days as highschool alone.
You live in the countryside, which didn't offer wide range of courses, resulting to you take the online entrance examination from a prestigious University in Tokyo. After graduation, you signed up for a full-scholarship, as your guardian always reminded you that they can't support your studies. You took a course that will likely result to you having a stable income in the future. You wanted to take [childhood dream career], but your guardian shut that thought down.
You were accepted, which was expected by your guardian. They believed and relied on you too much, which gave you the fear of failure. The university provided you the choice of dorms which you gladly accepted.
They packed everything that you might need in your stay there, the only type of affection they knew, for they never felt parental care as well.
Good ol' generational trauma.
SHUNTARO CHISHIYA NEVER KNEW what he wants in his life. His father made him take medicine to follow his footsteps and be a competent heir of his hospital.
He never had hobbies outside of puzzles and riddles. He never had an artistic side to him. He never enjoyed things, not even the privileges he has, like living luxuriously.
He plugged his wireless earbuds to his right ear as his sharp eyes skimmed through the packed students the gymnasium had inside. Uncomfortable chairs filled every possible space it could fit. He felt rather claustrophobic at the sight.
Every chair in the front were required to be filled in, instead of letting students pick their desired place to settle. With no choice, he sit at the empty chair of the row eight.
His lanky legs glided through the limited space between the chairs, looking for the seat the organizer assigned him to go to. He saw a person sitting on the first utmost chair in the left corner of the gym, making him narrow his eyes in irritation.
He reached the seat, finally and then he saw you. Brows knitted as you grumble about something he didn't quite catch. He slowly sat down, knowing that if plopped down to chair harshly, he'll likely hurt his bum.
The students filled the empty chairs and after fifteen minutes, the welcoming ceremony started. It was everything but enjoyable. He felt a soft tap in his left arm, the side you were sitting by.
You offered him your food stash. He eyed the spacious sling bag, and he reluctantly took the small pack of mini cookies, since everything you had there looks like it's too sweet for his own liking. He thanked you and you flashed him closed-eye smile.
The ceremony lasted for an hour, and an hour of you taking down notes about the information the head professor was relaying. You skillfully created the schedule. As for Chishiya, he didn't need that. His memory was just too good. He didn't notes.
As if a supreme being heard the prayers from students, certainly except from you and Chishiya, the ceremony is now done. He put the cookies' wrapper in the pocket of his hoodie. He waited for the back students to clear up, not wanting to suffer from stampede.
Your row's turn finally come and you quickly exited the gym. After that day, Chishiya never thought you'll meet each other again.