Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27069213-20160828201648

"Haruma-Kun, it's six already. Have you finished sorting the disinfectants?" The pink haired woman asked to the second year, as he finished sorting some boxes inside a drawer.

"Oh yes Miss! They're in the second cupboard." He replied, flashing her a fake, warm smile as he reached for his bagpack and an empty bento box. "I'll take my leave then,goodbye!"

"Ah~ Tank you so much, you're so kind! Take care now, it's getting a bit late." The nurse warned caringly, gifting the boy a quick bow that was soon recicpricated, before waving him goodbye. Makoto held on that fake, kind expression as he waved the woman, until he was able to reach away from the nurse's office door.

"My cheeks hurt...what an annoying lady" He thought to himself, rubbing his face with booth hands. His cheeks where sore of forcing that annoying expression all day, but at least he'd make it home soon.He had to make diner for father and Rei, and then he'd have some time for himself...maybe if he was lucky GoreTube would have some new stuff he could see before--

"Huh?"

A small bump on his foot took the black haired boy away from his thoughts. What was a sketchbook doing in the middle of the hallway? He knelt to take the implement on his hands, and doubted a few seconds before opening and starting to look throught it. It wasn't smart from him to get nito buisiness that didn't mattered to him but what the hell. There where enough strange things happening arround, he could allow himself to indulge his curiosity a little bit. Inside of it it was full of drawings, as expected, but pretty good to say the least! He could even recognize some of his classmates drawn in grafite, as well as people from other years. The sketchbook probably belonged to a student, but what was he doing drawing the others? He kept on peeking at the drawings, turning page after page....

"Wait a second, is this me?"

In one of the pages a few sketches of what was either himself, or a creeply similar manga character, decorated the white page. Those where actually pretty good drawings, althought the feeling of that someone was watching him was a bit unnerving. However, what got into him the most was his scar drawn on grafitte... He wasn't someone to be insecure about his looks, but he tended to avoid thinking about the scar. Was it that notorious? Althought it didn't made him look really ugly on the drawing, it was strange.He had always felt it more...disgusting, and it was an experiece to see it on a drawing istead of the mirror's glass.

He hadn't noticed when his own fingers reaced to brush softly the skin next to the medical patch, but the footsteps managed to take him out of his thoughts. It was a student. A first year it seemed...A girl? No, they where wearing the male's uniform. But whomever they where, probably they were the owner of the sketchbook.

"Excuse me, is this yours?" He asked, forcing once again the gentle expression as he walked towards the black haired boy, holding the sketchbook into his hand. "I think someone dropped it." He explained, handing him the sketchbook as he forced that warm smile once again. 