[Things seemed strange. Everything was off for some reason. Sunny was new to this school. That much he knew. The teacher introduced him as Suzuki Sunny. His mother was American, he said, and their family had moved back to Japan for his father's work.
This was... this was where he had been moving? Sunny and his family had been moving, right? There was no doubt Sunny had once been living in Faraway, which was in America. Now all his friends were an ocean away. The thought makes his stomach twist as he mutters a greeting to the class and goes to sit down in an empty desk.
At least he had Mari. He... had Mari. For some reason his chest clenched at the idea. He loved her, and she loved him and they could support each other in this new place. She was off herself into a new high school. That was probably worse than a new middle school. That was probably all this spike of anxiety was. Worry for his sister.
He takes a breath to calm himself and resolves on settling into this new world. His focus is cut short, however, when the teacher starts berating one of the other students. Sunny does not laugh, eyes widening in surprise at the treatment. Was this how it was in Japan? A teacher could never get away with that in the states.
It seemed so cruel.
At lunch, Sunny quietly eats by himself. A few people come up and introduce themselves more properly; ask him about America and such. He replies to them, but he's a person of few words so they eventually drift off towards more familiar friends. He daydreams for the most part, until once again he's pulled out of his own head by someone else.
Someone being mean to the same kid as before.
Sunny watches the scene, brow furrowed. What the hell was with this? Despite the sharp feeling of anxiety in his stomach, he stands and moves over towards the kid. Kageyama? He kneels to open Mob's bag, dumping out what milk hadn't already been absorbed into the papers or fabric. Afterwards, he looks up.]
If you hurry to the bathroom you might be able to use the dryers to save some of this. [It'd smell like milk still, but it was something.]
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This was... this was where he had been moving? Sunny and his family had been moving, right? There was no doubt Sunny had once been living in Faraway, which was in America. Now all his friends were an ocean away. The thought makes his stomach twist as he mutters a greeting to the class and goes to sit down in an empty desk.
At least he had Mari. He... had Mari. For some reason his chest clenched at the idea. He loved her, and she loved him and they could support each other in this new place. She was off herself into a new high school. That was probably worse than a new middle school. That was probably all this spike of anxiety was. Worry for his sister.
He takes a breath to calm himself and resolves on settling into this new world. His focus is cut short, however, when the teacher starts berating one of the other students. Sunny does not laugh, eyes widening in surprise at the treatment. Was this how it was in Japan? A teacher could never get away with that in the states.
It seemed so cruel.
At lunch, Sunny quietly eats by himself. A few people come up and introduce themselves more properly; ask him about America and such. He replies to them, but he's a person of few words so they eventually drift off towards more familiar friends. He daydreams for the most part, until once again he's pulled out of his own head by someone else.
Someone being mean to the same kid as before.
Sunny watches the scene, brow furrowed. What the hell was with this? Despite the sharp feeling of anxiety in his stomach, he stands and moves over towards the kid. Kageyama? He kneels to open Mob's bag, dumping out what milk hadn't already been absorbed into the papers or fabric. Afterwards, he looks up.]
If you hurry to the bathroom you might be able to use the dryers to save some of this. [It'd smell like milk still, but it was something.]