Today was my first day at my new school. I was so nervous, standing in front of everyone, that I felt like I was gonna be sick. But they were all so nice… They all gathered around me, asking me questions all at once. I couldn’t possibly answer them all. I started to panic… I think I even cried.
…I feel so bad. They meant well, but now they all went and left me alone. Why does this keep happening?
Tohru was flipping through an old, ratty notebook he had dug up deep within his belongings. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had hung onto it; heck, he didn’t even remember writing it. But this was definitely his handwriting, and these memories… they were coming back, and hitting him pretty hard. Memories of school, after his parents had been killed. It had been almost a year before he was settled down enough to even think about going back, and he had been so nervous…
He stumbled to the side after nearly colliding with someone. Damn, gotta pay attention more… Shaking his head, he looked around the street as he made his way back up towards Hope’s Peak. But soon, he found his eyes falling to his old diary again.
Master broke my finger yesterday. It hurt really bad. Made me bandage it myself. I don’t think I did it right though. It still hurts, though. Really bad.
Went to school with my finger messed up. No one asked about it. I think they didn’t notice. Do they even care? No, they won’t. They all have their own circles of friends they were a part of. I don’t matter to them.
His reading was interrupted once again as he slammed straight into someone.
Just how he’d managed to have been convinced by his boss to deliver something to Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, Apollo was still trying to figure out, even as he left the office in question and continued to head down the hall to the nearest elevator and, then, hopefully, the exit of the building. It felt— too crisp and clean for him to feel even remotely worthy of being in there, really, much more organised than his own ‘office’ of sorts ( namely, typically a desk in the Anything Agency ) which, perhaps, was the reason for his stiff shoulders and almost nervous look; but while he wasn’t quite speedwalking, he was trying to avoid any and all distractions in his attempt of fleeing the ‘perfect’ building of sorts—
And, of course, he’s interrupted just before he’s able to reach the elevator; his mind had been away with him, distracting him from his path, so hazel hues had to look up, slightly, to see who exactly he’d bumped into— That being said, being about shoulder-height with the Prosecutor in question, he should’ve noticed the sound of chains as he’d walked;
Pepper coughed, another mouthful of blood hitting the sidewalk. Ugh…. That… hadn’t gone as planned. Edgey would freak… She looked awful. She was covered in cuts…. her nose was still bleeding…. she wasn’t sure, but she probably had a black eye…. Note to self: When confronting hoodlums, show badge before getting them mad. To be fair… She hadn’t expected them to pull knives on her…. or punch so damn hard. At least backup had come before things got too bad…. Not that she had been there when they arrived. She had managed to make a run for it. She wiped her bloodied lip with the back of her sleeve, wincing slightly. God she hoped they hadn’t broken anything…. Pepper made her way down the empty street. Hopefully no one saw her like this…. She probably needed to go into emergency…. though she had other plans. No way was she going anywhere NEAR a doctor…. No… She’d be fine at home… She had bandages… and ice…. She’d… be fine.
Apollo arrived at the park, seeing nothing but the birds chirping on the branches of trees, the fountain in the center of the park with coins that were sunken at the bottom, and people chattering on benches while feeding the pigeons.
He wondered why he’s here in the first place. Until he felt a tap on his head.
Had he seen this guy before? He feels like he has, but something in his gut tells him different, like maybe he met someone like him, but he was a different person. Only one way to find out, and that was to pester him.