" What a devastating day, why this guys have to be this loud." Morin wondered,while pressing his hands on ear.
In a busy atmosphere of class break every one were having their time. But for Morin this world was like a television with maximum volume, the remote of it remaining absent.
He didn't t even buzz off from his place to spare time like others. Everything to him in class was annoying and immatuerd.He watched his class in clinical observation and showing despair.
A group of students watching 'U-tube' videos,some moving in and out for fun, students bulling others.everything made him like to burry alive.
'Childish' he thought,his mind already drifting towards a book hidden under his desk.'The Laws of human nature' a psychological book by Robert Grenne.he had been obsessed by such Books. This has made himself feel different from others.His thoughts about calss was simple and straight.
The classroom felt like a theater where everyone was overacting, and he was the only one who had realized the play was boring. Morin was already imagining himself far off from that noisy class,in his own world,full of silence,a decent nature.
He could almost smell the damp earth and hear the soft rustle of winds around his ears.
The smell of old paper and the psychological theories of Greene were Morin's only sanctuary until a heavy hand slammed down on his desk, vibrating the wood and snapping him out of his trance.
"Still acting like a retired philosopher, Morin?"
Morin didn't need to look up to know it was Kameri. Kameri was the physical opposite of Morin—loud, athletic, and possessed an annoying amount of energy that seemed to ignore the laws of physics.
"I am busy" Morin said,his voice dull, his hands covering the book pulling it out from the desk.
"Still on that" Kameri's voice more stern," Aren't you tired of this. I mean who reads book on psychology nowadays."
" Me" Morin's voice echoed in the busy class. Gaining everyone's attention towards them. Realising what he did, he pressed his head against the bench.
The sudden silence of the room felt heavier than the noise had been. Morin could feel the eyes of the "actors" on him, their whispers starting up like a slow-moving engine.
Kameri didn't look embarrassed; instead, he let out a loud, booming laugh that broke the tension and reclaimed the room's energy. "See? He's alive! I thought you'd turned into a statue, buddy"
He didn't give Morin a chance to retreat back into his shell. Kameri hooked an arm around Morin's neck, effectively dragging him out of his seat. "The library of your mind is closed for lunch. We're going to the cafeteria before you start analyzing the dust bunnies."
"Let go, Kameri. I can walk," Morin muttered, his face flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation. He managed to shove his Robert Greene book into his bag as he was hauled toward the door.
The busy class was like a stuffy echo in a garden,but the hallway was more like roaring hum of animals. As they walked on the corridor ,Morin felt slightly better in the open place, though Kameri's grip on his shoulder remained firm, acting as a human anchor.
" You should live your more like a person" Kameri insisted," Rather than reading books,have fun with me" giving a big grin.
Before Morin could deliver a sharp-tongued rebuttal, a frantic figure skidded around the corner, nearly crashing into them.
"Seniors! There you are!"
It was Jikatori, a junior whose uniform was always slightly disheveled and whose eyes were currently wide with a frantic, nervous energy. A kind of person ready for adventure.
"Whoa, Jikatori! Take it easy," Kameri said, letting go of Morin to steady the younger boy. "What's the rush? Did they run out of soda at the vending machine?"
" No" Jikatori taking heavy breaths," I thought you left....me."
Kameri laughed, slapping Jikatori on the back so hard the junior nearly stumbled," Oh, my lovely jikatori was scared about this."
Morin straightened his collar, his eyes lingering on Jikatori's trembling hands for a second longer before turning toward the cafeteria." Don't worry" Morin assured," we can't forget you until I am here." A small smile appeared on his face.
All the three walked together to the cafeteria.On reaching the three of them found a corner table, away from the thickest part of the crowd.
As they ate, the tension of the classroom began to melt away, replaced by the familiar rhythm of their friendship. They weren't just schoolmates; they were neighbors who had grown up on the same block.
Halfway through his meal, Jikatori's face suddenly lit up, his previous fear forgotten. "Oh! I almost forgot the biggest news. I got a text from the airport group chat."
Morin looked up from his tray. "The airport?"
"Yeah!" Jikatori leaned in, his voice buzzing with excitement. "Noshirin and Kiritoka are back. Their flight from Korea lands this afternoon. They're officially moving back home!"
Morin paused, a rare flash of genuine emotion crossing his face. Noshirin and Kiritoka, both brothers and were the final pieces of their childhood circle. Having them back meant the whole neighborhood group was finally reunited.
"For real?" Kameri grinned, his eyes bright. "Man, it's been two years since they left for that exchange program. Kiritoka better have brought back some of those Korean snacks he promised."
"They'll be at the station by the time we get out of last period," Jikatori added, checking his phone. "We should all go together to receive them. A proper neighborhood welcome."
"I suppose a 'reunion' is a statistically significant event worth attending," Morin said, masking his excitement with his usual clinical tone. Inside, however, he felt a sense of completion.
"That's settled then!" Kameri declared, raising a carton of milk like a toast. "After school, the three of us head to the station. The five of us back together again. Nothing is going to ruin this afternoon."