English classroom

Jeamesero smiled at Airamyst’s reaction as he said yes to sitting next to him during class, even though the answer wasn’t exactly a yes. It was more of a silent answer, but it was an answer. Jeamesero couldn’t feel happier; he had made his first new friend on the first day of school, already.
He watched how Airamyst went to sit down at a table and he followed him, sitting down beside him and putting his back on the ground, taking out his English books; text book and copy book. He looked at Airamyst with a bright smile after that but the boy seemed really uncomfortable. It seemed like he was crying.
Jeamesero swallowed, looking at him nervously and worried, not sure what to do or to say to him. he wanted to comfort the boy, but he didn’t know how. Or better said, he wasn’t sure if Airamyst wanted to be comforted right now, or if he preferred to be left alone.
‘’Why is he crying? Why does he feel uncomfortable?’’, he asked himself in his mind, glancing at the boy from the corner of his eye. ‘’I need to help him, I need to make him feel better. But how? And does he even want me to help him or cheer him up…?’’
Jeamesero took a deep breath and blew it out, feeling really nervous all of a sudden he tried to get rid of the nerves and the suppressing feeling in his chest and stomach which made him feel sick. He lifted his hand slowly and reached for Airamyst, carefully tapping the boy’s shoulder, poking him to try and get his attention.
‘’Hey Airamyst… are you okay? Why are you crying? Are you feeling alright? do you need anything?’’, he asked, gently rubbing the boy’s shoulder as he tried to look in his eyes. ‘’I can help you with anything, just tell me what you need…’’

‘’I hate this... I wish my mom and dad had never let me come... They were right and now every time... This school… I didn't know it was this bad and... and I feel like it well get worse and I just... I dunno... I'm kinda being stupid...’’, Airamyst said and Jeamesero looked worried at the boy. He wanted to hug the boy and hold him tight, make sure he was okay, that he would calm down, but another student somewhere near them made a rather mean remark, causing Airamyst’s sadness to get worse.
‘’That and she seems to cry over everything. The boy beside her is probably not much different. Might be worse actually.’’, the person said and Jeamesero looked at them, a shocked expression on his face. He blushed slightly, trying to hide the uneasiness and the upset feeling he felt. He heard Airamyst whisper her thoughts about this person, about what he felt about this all.
‘’He's not... He's sweet and cute and a lot nicer then you both will ever be... And... I'm not a... Not a g...’’, he whispered and Jeamesero’s blush grew bigger at his words, he turned bit on his seat and stared at his desk, hands resting on his lap. He didn’t really know why he was blushing, but he guessed Airamyst’s words had caught him a bit off guard.
‘’Am I glad he said that? Why do I feel so ashamed and shy all of a sudden…? What’s wrong with me…?’’, he asked himself.
‘’So are people always this mean in school? And if so how do you make them stop or is there even a way?’’, Airamyst asked and Jeamesero looked up at him in confusion, before shaking his head slowly, a weak smile on his face. ‘’No, not everyone. My Nii Nii is nice, and I am nice, I think. I’m not really sure who else is nice because I barely talk to others but… yeah.’’, he responded, staring back down at his desk again afterwards.


He hadn’t noticed the teacher had gotten up from his seat. It was when the man started to speak Jeamesero noticed him and looked up in a daze, rather in shock. ‘’Shut up, all of you. If you’re going to make someone cry, do it after school. Not during my class. Open your text book and go read the first paragraph. I don’t want to hear anything during the next few minutes.’’, he said, it was like he was trying to help Airamyst, but at the same time it didn’t really look like helping at all.
Jeamesero swallowed, not sure what to think of this teacher. He had never seen him before, he had never been in any of his classes. He hadn’t even introduced himself yet, or let the students say their name. Jeamesero sighed and turned quiet, opening his text book and staring at it, but he didn’t read anything at all; he didn’t feel like it.

Airamyst seemed scared as he suddenly grew extremely quiet and grabbed his book, reading the first paragraph. Jeamesero glanced at him, trying to make it look to the teacher like he was still reading his own book. When he was sure the teacher wasn’t really paying attention he turned his head more towards Airamyst, looking the boy up and down a bit for a moment.
‘’If only the teacher wasn’t here, then I could talk more to him. I hope the teacher is soon leaving class…’’, he thought, glancing at the teacher once more before looking back at Airamyst. He smiled weakly at the boy before poking his shoulder softly; the smile turned a bit more bright.
‘’Hey, are you feeling any better? Don’t worry about the teacher, he was trying to help you, he stood up for you.’’, Jeamesero whispered to him, winking at him for a moment before quickly looking back up to make sure the teacher still hadn’t noticed him. He eyes darted over to the clock hanging on the wall, seeing the first few minutes the teacher had been talking about still hadn’t passed.
Jeamesero sighed in boredom, staring back at his opened text book, but he grabbed his copy book and hid it slightly underneath his text book, grabbing his pen and doodling random stuff to kill some time; he doodles looked ugly, like the drawings of a three years old, because Jeamesero couldn’t draw at all. He sighed again and looked back at Airamyst, shrugging slightly.
‘’This is boring… I don’t know what to do right now. I’ve already read the paragraph.’’, he lied, looking back at the teacher. He then got an idea; he wasn’t sure how the teacher would respond. Maybe he would get in trouble on his first new day of school or maybe the teacher would answer his question and reason with him.


Jeamesero raised his hand, waiting for the moment the teacher would see him and pay attention to him. When he thought their eyes finally met he lowered his hand a little bit, but he still kept it lifted in case the teacher hadn’t seen him and would blame him for talking without raising his hand first.
‘’Um… sir? It’s the first day of the new school year and there probably are a few students who are new and haven’t met you or us yet… so maybe we could… introduce ourselves first?’’, he asked politely, forcing a bright smile on his face, but deep down inside his heart was racing; he was afraid, scared of the teacher’s reaction. He had never seen him before and he didn’t know anything about him.

Jeamesero saw their English teacher get up and move his way. The boy swallowed, afraid of the man’s reaction to his question. He blushed heavily, feeling really scared and nervous. ‘’Introduce ourselves huh? That means you have to speak in class and I don’t like noise during my classes… Also, did I tell you you could speak yet? You started speaking before getting my approval. Are you a rascal, kid? If so, then get out; I don’t like rascals.’’, the man said and Jeamesero swallowed again, staring at his desk, not sure how to respond.
He noticed the teacher gave him an evil glare but turned around and went back to sit on his chair again at his desk, in front of the class. Jeamesero wasn’t sure if he should feel scared still or maybe a bit more relieved, but he felt shy again when the teacher started speaking.
‘’Fine then, introduce yourselves first but keep it short; time is of the essence and we don’t want to waste our time here in this school. Every minute you can learn something new, so let’s be quick. I’m Brian White, your English teacher. Now you introduce yourself. Everyone, hurry.’’, he spoke and Jeamesero nodded. He wanted to get up and opened his mouth to speak, so say his name, but Airamyst suddenly made a move, and the boy looked at him in confusion and fear.
‘’Thank you for introducing yourself, Mr. 'Brian White, your English teacher'.’’, Airamyst spoke, his hand resting on his hip. Jeamesero felt his face heath up even more and he leaned back a bit in his chair; he was really terrified now, and just didn’t know what to do or to say; he wanted the floor to swallow him up, he just wanted to disappear, not be here. ‘’Since you have said that I can speak I trust I don't have to raise my hand? My name is Airamyst Ryu and this is my first time at a school since I was very young. As for my likes and dislikes...’’, Airamyst continued, suddenly looking at Jeamesero, who blinked in confusion in response. He saw Airamyst blush and wondered why he was blushing. What was going on?


‘’I might let people know some day...’’, was all he said and Jeamesero glanced away as Airamyst sat back down again. He could hear the chair shift beside him. ‘’Y-your turn?’’
Jeamesero looked at the boy next to him and shook his head scared. However, it seemed like Airamyst’s words had made the English teacher angry, who now introduced himself as well and made a fuss over the student’s words. ‘’Silence young lady or you’re out of class! I don’t like types like you so you better shut your mouth now! As for you… you were the one starting this idea. Get up and introduce yourself like you wanted to, then sit down and keep your mouth shut for the rest of the lesson, like all of you have to do. Go on, quick, we don’t have all day!’’
Jeamesero nodded and took a deep breath; he got to his feet slowly yet a bit clumsily as he bumped into his desk and made his chair creak as it was pushed back. He looked nervously around the classroom, hearing a few whispers and giggles. He had hoped his first introduction of this new school year would have been different, but he guessed he had no other choice than to actually say his name right now.
‘’I… I’m Jeamesero, Jeamesero Tamashii. I’m sixteen years old… ’’, he said, trying to think of what else he could say. He was a bit stuck on idea, so his nervousness made him say a few things he probably shouldn’t have said. ‘’I’ve been at this school for years now, together with my Nii Nii and-’’
He cut himself off there; he had called his half brother Shun Nii Nii, instead of just Shun. Now he had made a fool out of himself. Mainly because he did call Shun his Nii Nii, just never when others were around who didn’t know about the cute nickname. He stared at the ground and blushed heavily again, his arms folded behind his back. He could hear people giggle behind him and tears started to well up in his eyes. He sat back down quickly, hiding his face in his arms.

Jeamesero had his face hidden between his arms, all he did was staring at his desk while it was dark around him. He tried to hold back his tears but he still could feel them roll down his cheeks. He could feel a hand on his shoulder and slowly lifted his head to look up, staring at Airamyst.
‘’Hey it's alright.’’, he said and Jeamesero stared at him in a daze, nodding his head slowly. ‘’No reason to be upset or embarrassed. Just ignore the fat-heads behind us. He really is your Nii Nii and if that's what you want to call him don't hide it.’’, the boy continued to say and Jeamesero swallowed, shaking his head.
‘’’But now that I think about it it sounds really stupid... I don't wanna sound stupid and childish...’’, he whispered, wiping at his eyes. He stared at his desk and shivered slightly when he suddenly heard a girl talk behind them, introducing herself. The sudden voice had startled him a bit, but he quickly calmed himself and took a deep breath, trying to ignore everything around him.
‘’See no one is very worried about it. And the ones that are, are like I like I said; Fat-heads. Okay?’’, Airamyst said again and Jeamesero nodded, taking a deep breath once more.
‘’I guess...’’, Jeamesero mumbled, giving the speaking girl a glance before looking back at Airamyst.
Then the boy eagerly looked at the clock, waiting for the time to pass by. He wanted time to pass so he could see Shun during the break. Only a bit longer and they would be off, then he didn't have to see Brain White anymore today.
‘’Airamyst, when the beak starts, you wanna have lunch with me?’’, he asked when he looked back at the boy. ‘’Then you can meet my Nii- um, I mean my brother.’’

-Hall-

Pukak continued to walk holding his brother's hand, he didn't want to let go, he didn't like the English teacher at all because he was horrible and rude in his eyes. Not that it mattered, that was their teacher and that was that. Maybe the teacher would be a little nicer to him if he was a well behaved student and was good at the subject like his brother; his brother was such a good student because he always did as he was told, in PE even though he sucks at it he always tries but Pukak doesn't, he says he can't do it.
"I don't want to be late for English, Nii Nii. See you at break, love you." He said with a sweet and innocent smile before kissing his brother's hand and then skipping off towards his classroom.

-English Class-

As he arrived close to the door of the classroom he stopped his skipping and walked normally, so that if he did see Mr White he wouldn't seem annoying. He checked the time and turned out he was a little early, it was just before 9am so he opened the door and slowly walked inside, checking around for Mr White. When he noticed he was alone he sat down in his chair and opened his backpack slowly, peering inside looking for all his books. Pukak slowly pulled out everything he needed for the lesson before zipping the bag back up and placing it neatly under his desk.

He didn't feel good about this lesson, he was pretty good at English but not to the extent that Massak was when he was fourteen, his writing has always been amazing but that was probably because of his depression. Pukak was just a normal kid, he didn't have any medical issues, just a brother with one so he did everything the "normal" way. He got out a pen and his notepad to continue writing his story, it wasn't anything special but it was about a young girl named Sikko.
"I wish Sikko was real, she's really nice and so kind." He thought as he continued to write down his story. The boy's story wasn't something he'd show to his teacher, not because he was scared, but because it wasn't good enough in his eyes. Massak never even gave in any of his stuff, he published it but never showed Me White, probably because he didn't like to show off or get attention; maybe if he could just help his brother to gain confidence to show Me White Pukak would be able to get recognition. The problem was that Massak had no confidence to give anyway, he was depressed and didn't know what to say to his own brother half the time.

Roki stopped just outside his dorm room, waiting for Yuki to leave before shutting the door behind them. He turned to Yuki, feeling a bit sick and stupid for bringing up things to Yuki. To his surprise tho the boy was smiling and looking at him.
“No it's okay. I wanna hear it. You can trust me, I swear.”
Roki smiled innocently at the boy, feeling quite a bit better after hearing Yuki say that. He still wasn't sure about telling the boy, because if Nana didn't know he wasn't sure if Yuki would or not. Still his Nana had acted as if she wasn't sure since he was a girl so he figured Yuki being a boy might know.
“Why don't you tell me while we walk to our first class? We have English first. Hurry, hurry.”
Before Roki could respond, or even try to, he felt his arm be grabbed by Yuki as the boy half dragged him down the hall towards the school building. Looking at his watch he could see the boy's hurry, being that it was already 9am.

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Roki giggled as he was pulled into the school hallway, thinking it like a game to be led and dragged by Yuki. He then saw their first classroom and rushed ahead of Yuki, pulling the boy behind him this time. Just as they reached to doorway he remebered he had wanted to ask Yuki something.
Slowly he looked in the room and then to Yuki, blushing a bit as sick feelings entered his stomach and mind. 'What if we get late to scchool..? What if he can't even help and doesn't know..?' He bit his lip before deciding it was okay and forced a weak small at the boy.
“It okies, Yuyu. I don't have to know right now. They just stupid questions anyways so it okies if I never know...” He then grabbed the boys hand once more and pulled him into the classroom. Taking a seat towards the very back were no one was sitting at the moment.
Roki stared down at his hand, having placed them in his lap as he began to murmur to himself. He wasn't sure if Yuki could hear tho he hoped not. “I think I'm just getting sick or something... Not sure but something might be wrong wif me...”

He sat there, still writing his story, as other students flooded in. Most were silent but some broke the silence in which the room was contained. He himself did not do so, he was actually being quiet for once. The first to come in was a tall, black haired boy who was closely followed by a girl who quickly smiled and spoke, she was obviously one of the cheerful ones. Then after that a blonde haired boy came in, followed by another boy and then finally a little girl.

The girl walked over towards him, seeming to select the seat next to him. Pukak didn't think much of it to start with, he'd just not seen a girl in so long and wasn't sure what was going on, maybe she was just friendly and sweet - that's what he hoped. A realisation that for a whole hour he'd have to sit next to a girl suddenly filled his thoughts but then again maybe he could make a friend, it'd be nice to have a friend that wasn't Massak.

“Hey, little boy. So what's your name? I'm Czech~” She said to him in a quiet tone. Pukak looked at her with a smile, she was being quite friendly right now and he hoped it would stay that way, he wanted to make friends. Maybe his Nii Nii would be proud of him for making friends, then he'd be able to stay with his friends instead of always being around his big brother, he wouldn't be lonely anymore.
"I'm Pukak, nice to meet you Czech. You have a really interesting name, I really like it." He said to Cczech in response to her question. He gave her a sweet, innocent smile as he spoke. He was just trying to be kind so put down his pen so they could talk while they waited for the teacher to turn up.

Yuki dragged Roki through the hallway, hurrying for class, since it was almost 9am; school would start at 9am. The two reached their classroom, their English lesson, and Yuki wanted to drag Roki inside, but Roki stopped him, because he suddenly started to run ahead of him. Confused Yuki looked at Roki as the two came to a stop just before the classroom.
‘’It okies, Yuyu. I don't have to know right now. They just stupid questions anyways so it okies if I never know...’’, Roki said and he seemed to feel quite awkward. Yuki wanted to comfort him, but Roki didn't seem to pay much attention to him. He grabbed Yuki's hand and started dragging him into the classroom. Yuki blushed faintly; he had been dragging Roki around by his arm, not his hand. Roki was holding his hand. Being into boys instead of girls, Yuki found this kind of awkward. What if everyone around them thought they were together? Was that a good or a bad thing?
The two found a seat in the back and Yuki pulled his hand free before taking his seat, grabbing his bag and taking out his books. He immediately buried his face in his book, pretending to be reading. Why did he feel so awkward all of a sudden?
‘’I think I'm just getting sick or something... Not sure but something might be wrong wif me...’’, he then heard Roki whisper. It was soft, but Yuki could only just hear him. Looking at the boy in confusion and worry he laid his text book on his desk and rested his hand on Roki's shoulder.
‘’Are you really sure you're okay, Roki? If you're sick, maybe you need to go back to bed... Why don't you tell the teacher once they're here?’’, he asked the boy, giving him a warm bright smile, an innocent one. He wanted nothing more for Roki than to feel happy and healthy, and safe. If Roki felt sick, then maybe it was better if he went back to bed to rest. ‘’You really sure you don't want to talk about whatever happened? Maybe I can help.’’

A few minutes after Pukak spoke the teacher walked in, the dreaded moment that Mr White walked in was here. He tensed his body, it was obvious that he was uncomfortable about him being here, he didn't really feel in the mood for English anyway. His brother had been acting weird, he never really spoke much but he was even quieter than usual and seemed to rush to get him away from him, maybe Massak wasn't okay like he said he would be last night. Pukak didn't want to ask him, he'd feel rude doing that, maybe his brother would tell him. At the moment he had Czech to talk to.

''Good morning class. Take out your text book and read the first three paragraphs on page 45. After that I want you all to make the questions on page 67 of your copy book. And I want complete silence during these assignments, got it?'' Mr White said as he walked towards the front of the room. Many students in the room groaned but Pukak didn't, what was the point. That'd just make it worse, they'd probably get extra assignments if they did, and his thought was right. ''After you're done with your assignments you will all have to start working on a homework assignment. I want you to write a story about the things you most like to do, three pages long. Can be anything about hobbies and other things, but it must be three pages long and without a single grammar mistake. You will all get a grade for this. If it's not done by the next day you have English class, I will have to give you a bad grade.''
"Wish people would just do their work, no point in getting annoyed at it." He thought as he opened his textbook, waiting for him to stop paying attention to them. When he finally did Pukak made it look like he was working but whispered quietly to Czech: "You okay?" He didn't mean anything by it really, he just wanted to make some conversation.

They would be here for an hour doing nothing, how was that fun. Well they'd be doing an assignment. He then looked down at his textbook, beginning to read the first three paragraphs, just wishing that he could get taught much more instead of having to sit there, reading and answering. That was how his previous school worked, were High Schools just different? He hoped Czech would speak soon because he wanted to have something else to think about other than this stupid lot of paragraphs.