As I sat alone in the school, engrossed in the novel gifted by my girlfriend, Momo Yaoyorozu, the vibrant energy of the surrounding students filled the air. My gaze wandered, catching sight of Damien Priest, the charismatic and sociable individual who seemed to effortlessly navigate social interactions, earning him the reputation of a lady's man.
Running my hand through my silver hair, I couldn't help but observe Damien as he engaged with fellow students. His confident demeanor and easy charm drew people in, creating an aura of magnetism that seemed to surround him. Despite the apparent ease with which he interacted, my focus remained on the pages of the novel in my hands.
The book, a thoughtful gesture from Momo, transported me to a different world, its words weaving a tapestry of imagination and emotion. The characters and their journeys became a respite from the bustling activities within the school. Occasionally, my eyes would lift from the pages, catching snippets of conversations and glimpses of the vibrant tapestry of school life unfolding around me.
As Damien continued his interactions, a part of me wondered about the dynamics at play. The intricate social dance, the unspoken connections, and the myriad relationships that formed the fabric of daily school life. The contrast between the animated interactions and my quiet reading session highlighted the diverse paths students traversed within the same academic setting.
Amidst the lively atmosphere, my silver hair caught the occasional glint of sunlight streaming through the windows, a subtle reminder of my presence within this dynamic space. I remained content, finding solace in the literary escape provided by the novel, a gift that connected me to the thoughtful gesture of my girlfriend.
Occasionally, my thoughts drifted to Momo, imagining her navigating her own experiences in the bustling halls of the school. Despite the external interactions, the essence of my focus remained within the pages of the novel, where the characters embarked on their own adventures, mirroring the unfolding stories in the school around me.
The bell signaling the end of the school day echoed through the corridors, breaking the quiet reverie. As I closed the book, the fictional world melded with the reality of the school setting. The novel, a brief respite, tucked under my arm, became a companion on the journey out of the classroom, weaving its influence into the ongoing narrative of school life.
Damien Priest's approach disrupted my quiet reading session, and he greeted me with a friendly,
Damien:Hey there, Jason. Have you heard what happened to the Smith family?
His casual tone betrayed no inkling of the complex history I shared with that name. Grinning, he continued,
just last month, they invited me, and, well, let's just say I had an interesting battle with them.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest.
Me:Why should I know? I'm no longer part of the clan
I snorted, dismissing any connection to the Smith family, my old family who had once persecuted me due to my QSSM deficiency before disowning me. The memories of their disdain lingered, but I chose to keep that history buried.
Damien:But they've been silent lately
Damien continued, oblivious to the personal history.
Damien:The twins, Damien and Nora, haven't been to school. Any idea what's going on?
A wry smile played on my lips. The twins, my older siblings, had made my life a torment with their constant mockery and disdain.
Me:I honestly don't know, and I don't care,
I responded, my tone carrying an air of detachment. The truth was, the silence surrounding the Smith family's absence piqued a curiosity I wasn't willing to admit.
