To every Light its Shadow.
But who wants to live in the Shadow?
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«I don't care if they're geniuses or prodigies. Break them and they're all just trash.»
He tilted his head aside, his eyes at lost for a second before his irises flickered with amu...
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"Are you excited, Akihito?" the woman whispered as she adjusted her son's tie. She looked at his figure for some time, pride tinting her gaze before she stepped closer to even out the folds of his dress shirt.
Faced with his mother's eager face, Akihito managed to draw a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. He nodded.
"Of course I am, mother," he uttered, his voice was monotonous, without a wave as he calmly answered his mother. Akihito wasn't the best at expressing his feelings, but he made efforts to get them across.
Etsuko gave a sigh. She shook her head in mild defeat. Sometimes she wondered who her son inherited his personality from.
Her? For his habit when it came to observing people.
Her husband? For his reserved personality—
Wait, thinking about it, both she and her husband were introverted. Akihito probably was the most extrovert of the family.
Etsuko paused in her musing. That was a bit pitiful for her family. She pursed her lips before laughing. "Great! I'm so excited, you have to make lots of friends okay? Get into a club, and—"
Akihito kept a light smile on his face. He listened to his mother's endless ramble with some fascination and comfort.
He always found the way she could so easily speak fascinating. In their family, she was the only one with this ability. The ability to speak to say nothing.
Truly impressive.
Etsuko simpered, noticing her eldest son's obvious masquerade she chuckled. "Now, now, such a good son I have," she boasted. "Entertaining his mother like that!"
Akihito gave a low hum, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his mother's words.
His mind wandered about. Make lots of friends.
Akihito didn't think of himself as an outcast, but it was true that during his three years of Junior High at Teiko, saved for his clubmates and sometimes seatmates, he didn't talk to anyone.
It wasn't that he didn't want to. Truth be told, he would have loved to have someone to talk to during breaks, someone to walk around with, someone to bring him the study material when he was absent.
But— well, everything couldn't always go his way.
Not that Akihito cared much, so long as he could observe people, be known, and act, everything was alright.
Etsuko kept her hands on her son's shoulders, silently, she squeezed them. "Aren't you going to talk to your brother?" she whispered.
Akihito's eyes flashed at the mention of the younger. Since their last real talk— two years ago, their relationship had become estranged. They spoke less, usually didn't come and go to school together, and most of the time only nodded to one another.
