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Realistic or Modern Satan's Academy

"I got some people I knew to check you out." Kotaya said, putting his phone away. He smiled at her and threw his can in the bin.
 
Kotaya groaned. "I hate lessons." He said, pulling out two cans of cider. "Can't we just drink all day?"
 
Asami smiled, taking out her key and opening the dormitory door. "I think we have the same classes. We have maths first."
 
Kotaya nodded and led Asami down the hallway, ignoring the girls who watched him walk down the hall.
 
Asami and Kotaya arrived at the Maths classroom. She sat down on her seat and immediately a crowd of 'girly-girls' crowded around her and started talking to her. 'Maybe Kotaya will make some new friends in this class too.' Asami thought to herself, hoping he wasn't alone and got attention like she did.
 
Kotaya sat in the corner of the class, ignoring anyone who approached him. They could compliment him and try as much as they want, he didn't want to be their friend. He pulled out a cider disguised as Apple juice and stared out the window.
 
Asami was continuing to speak to the girls about a new makeup brand, who were interested in the same things as she was. It was like she had found her best friends, but at that moment she looked over to Kotaya who was seeming a bit lonely. 'Hmm... Any moment now.'
 
Kotaya ignored a girl who tried to talk to him, while he continued to watch the wind blow outside. He looked over at Asami and smiled before looking back to the outside.
 
"Uh, I'll be 2 seconds." Asami stood up from her chair and walked over to Kotaya, smiling. "Are you alright? Do you want to sit closer to me? You just seem a little lonely-that's all."
 
"I thought I told you to go- oh, hey Asami, what's up?" Kotaya said, looking up at Asami and smiling.
 
"Um.. Are you ok? You can sit closer to me if you want." Asami smiled, putting her hand on his shoulder as her friends in the corner squealed. She turned her head to them, giving them a 'Stop it' look, in a joking way. Then she looked back at Kotaya.
 
Kotaya shook his head. "I'll be fine, you don't need to take care of me. I'll talk to you later." In all honesty, Kotaya didn't want to be a waste of space, so he didn't bother her during lesson.
 
"Oh... Alright." Asami took her hand off his shoulder and smiled, walking away. She felt a little bit guilty for not doing much more.
 
Kotaya watched her walk away and another girl walk toward him, but he just ignored her and watched the trees rustle in the wind outside.
 
Folding his arms he frowned, in all this loneliness he was actually bored, he typically yearned to be away from activity but staring at the ceiling was no fun. Well I have to attend class sometime. He thought with disinterest, gathering up his things he walked slowly down the hallway, walking into his next class exceptionally late he sat down. This is probably all i'm going to do. He opened a book and began reading waiting for whatever half ass lesson the teacher was going to give.
 
Kuro had sighed as she sat in class staring out at the window quite bored. " Nothing to do. " She had mumbled to herself her nails slightly tapping against the desk she was sitting at. The door to her classroom had opened to a boy she didn't recognize. Sighing Kuro returned her attention to the window next to her.
 
Kotaya slept through most of his lesson, waking up and looking over at Asami. He quickly packed up his things and returned to his room, sorting out the newspaper clippings on the wall and ignoring the girl knocking at his door.
 
Asami packed up her things too, then secretly followed Kotaya to his dorm. As the other girl walked away Asami knocked on his door too. "Hello?"
 
"You did? O-oh.. Sorry." Asami lifted her hand down from the door and frowned, beginning to walk away. 'Maybe I've made him upset... Maybe I didn't give him enough attention in class..'
 

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