"Real Fantasy" [ Pregame Saiouma] | ONGOING 2022

1 // I Like This Fate.

Kokichi Ouma, 7:56am

I'm scared. Today is my first day in a new high school. My parents decided for us to move. They told me it's because dad found a new job, but... I knew it was cause of me.
I was being severely bullied in my old school, coming home with at least 3 bruises a day. I'm assuming my parents decided for us to move to a new town so I can start a fresh slate.
I feel guilty and scared, but I also feel relieved. I won't have to deal with those people again. I just hope this place isn't any worse.
I already had a weird encounter on my first day in this town.

"Ugh--!"
"A-Ahh--!"
I felt someone charge into me really hard, and so I fell, painfully. I had no time to react, just close my eyes and wait for impact.
I cautiously opened my eyes, meeting the ones of the boy who rammed into me.
At first he looked embarrassed, but I watched his expression change into a strange one. I don't know how to describe it. Sinister? Rabid?
"U-Um, please get off me, sir..." I murmured insecurely.
I could feel his hot breath on my face accelerating. It was scary. I felt like he was about to devour me whole.
I quickly shoved him off, getting up and grabbing my shoulder bag. I ran as fast as I could, fearing he would follow me.

"That was creepy..." I shook my head and snapped myself back into reality. This is my chance to start anew. I shouldn't be thinking about bad stuff. I won't see that guy again anyway.
From now on, I'll try and befriend everyone I like and live my best high school life.
I took in a deep breath and exhaled.
"alright!"
I marched to my given classroom, opening the door and peering inside.
"Uh, good morning..."
Everyone looked towards me, along with the teacher. He had a scary expression on his face. Did I do something wrong?
"Do you know what time it is, young man? You're late on your first day? "
My chest dropped and I started to sweat. Did I mess up the time? Doesn't school here start at 7:55? I guess it was 7:30...
He sighed and pointed towards an empty desk in the front.
"Detention after school."
"...W-What??"
And with that he turned towards the board again, continuing to write equations. I stood there shocked.
I've never gotten detention, but now I did just cause I was late? This was ridiculous.
With my head down, I dragged my feet towards my new desk, sitting down and dropping my bag next to me.
After a little sulking, I pulled out my sketchbook and started to doodle whatever came to mind. It was my comfort. I carry it everywhere I go. I guess you could say it's my best friend.

But I felt a bit uneasy. Like lasers were pricking at my back. I hesitantly turned around and--

. . .

My eyes widened and my blood ran cold. The creep that crashed into me yesterday was in my class. He's my classmate. And he's staring straight at me.
He was on the row on my right, 2 seats behind me.
I quickly turned around, trying to catch my breath again. His face scared me even worse than the first time. I had a bad feeling about this.
I have detention after school. At least he can't follow me home now... Would he wait for me though?
Maybe he's not even a creep. Maybe he just looks like that because he's embarrassed of our first meeting and now he has to attend class with me. That must be it. He hasn't done anything particularly scary, so I shouldn't judge.
I just tried to focus on sketching, telling myself I was just hallucinating. Who would go stalker-mode over a guy like me? I chuckled in relief. What a stupid thought.