[h3]IKARI[/h3]

Location: Higashi high, Class 2-3
Time: Morning

Ikari intentionally diverted his sight of the grossly happy new student alongside his desk, trying to hide his bloodshot eyes from view with his dyed blond bangs. He wanted to puke. He wanted to kill someone. He wanted to do a lot of violent things, just for the sake of calming himself down. Something like this wasn't supposed to happen. Some students even started  shivering, knowing full well that an angry Ikari was a dangerous Ikari. The reason of his sudden anger was the smiling girl close to him that was bound to attend the same school for a long, long time.

And that was because he knew this girl. He recognized her almost immediately when she walked through the door. How could he forget his childhood friend, his best friend, which he played with for so many years? Mi-chan, he used to call her. They were inseparable, almost like a family non-related by blood. Or that was, until she decided to move to God-knows where thanks to her parents, and leave him all alone. Days transformed into months, months into years, and his sadness and loneliness changed for wrath and hate. Even now, that happy-go-lucky smile of hers succeeded in warming up the classroom. That only made him angrier. It's like nothing had ever happened between them, and that they were still friends.

[Color=orangered]"...Mr. Shitsurei!"[/color] The teacher called the blond, snapping him out of his thoughts. Mr. Aida started looking nervous, probably because of the scary eyes that the teenager was looking at him with. [Color=orangered]"C-could you please read page 49?"[/color] He said with a lower tone than before, not wanting to provoke the delinquent.[Color=blue]"...'Kay"[/color] Ikari agreed with the most casual voice he could do, and proceeded to open his fresh-looking history book. After all, focusing on the class for the first time in ages was a better option than to remember someone who was dead to him.