Fake Happy PV Kaito Asano Closed

Kaito was so relieved when class was over. The moment the teacher ended the lesson, he shoved his books into his bag and left. That class he just had bored him to death. Kaito was an impatient boy and minutes would feel like hours. He didn't like the teacher either, the words that came out of his mouth sounded like nonsense. He didn't care about what the teacher was talking about, it wasn't like it was important, right? Kaito was seated at the very back, so it took longer to exit the room. Kaito liked to sit at the back, although the back row was a hotspot for students. He was seated next to a boy, who tried to talk to him however Kaito didn't feel interested to talk to him whatsoever. He didn't care.

Kaito rushed down the hallway to the crowds of students, all chatting and going to different directions. Lessons were nearly finished, most of the students would be going to the great hall. just one more lesson thought kaito as he walked towards the great hall, the talking beginning to grow louder. As he was walking into the hall, he saw someone leaving the hall, seemed like he was in a hurry, he had dark hair and was wearing robes. Kaito raised an eyebrow as he watched the approaching boy. He seemed to not have seen Kaito. Just before the boy reached him, kaito stepped to a side, before watching the boy hurry off down the hallway. hmmm.. he seemed distressed. kaito thought. He felt concerned, maybe he should follow him. no! you don't care about anyone! you don't even know him! he's not worth it! a voice inside him thought. He rolled his eyes and began walking back to the great hall. He paused, turning to the hallways, before sucking in a breath and sighing. He turned and ran into the hallways, to where the boy would have been.

as he walked down the hallways he heard singing. He raised an eyebrow. That must be where he was. He walked cautiously towards the sound. It turned out to be a bathroom, as he opened the door, he saw him, at the sink, his face dripping wet. As he got closer, he saw the bags under his eyes, obviously not well. He watched as the boy hummed as he painted with - was that a paint set? He seemed to be content now, splashing away at the walls, colourful images starting to appear. He cleared his throat awkwardly, not sure what he should do. "You alright?" he asked, averting his eyes.

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The boy turned to him, a small hint of surprise in his eyes, but put on a blank stare as he looked at Kaito as if he was judging him, looking him up and down. Kaito squirmed under his gaze. He wasn't usually used to talking with someone alone. He also didn't want to think about what the boy may be thinking - did he not want him here? it seemed like he was often alone here, as there were also lots of different paintings along the other walls. This place didn't really seem popular, it looked abandoned. Kaito turned his gaze to the boy again, staring into his eyes. As the boy spoke, Kaito was relieved to hear that he was alright. If he was alright, he could just leave.. right? He then learned that he was correct. This place wasn't visited often. He watched the boy place his brush on the side of the sink with care before he stood up. Kaito stepped back a bit as he stood up. He seemed to be slightly taller than him, maybe he was in the year above.

He then replied back to the boy. "Oh, no I'm not lost." he shook his head before continuing. "I wanted to see if you were okay since you seemed.." he tried to look for the word. ".. anxious?" he nervously glanced at the boy before busying himself with the paintings around the walls. They all had different shapes and colours, as if they were different emotions. They all looked beautiful in their own way. "Do you paint a lot?" he asked, admiring a certain one.

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Kaito didn't really know what to do, it felt really awkward now. He wanted to just leave, but it'd be rude. As a young child, he was always rude. He would snap at children who got close to him, he would shove people away when they tried to get close to him. He knew why he would do that, he didn't need anyone, he was better alone anyways. It was what he deserved wasn't it? Yet now he was talking to someone without any actions such as rude remarks or eyerolls. He was letting someone talk to him. Kaito pushed the thoughts and looked at the walls yet again before turning to the boy. This bathroom seemed to be his safe place, it was best to avoid it, maybe. It seemed like the boy didn't really get any visitors, or wanted them either.

even if Kaito acted like he didn't want anyone in his business, he desperately wanted somebody that he could trust. He didn't feel stable in this school, it was confusing, loud and stressful. He wanted somebody to hold on. But he couldn't find the right person.

The boy insisted that he was okay, saying that he was never anxious. Kaito cursed himself for thinking he was anxious. Everybody acts differently, he shouldn't have assumed that he was anxious. Maybe he just wanted to be alone, but didn't feel like anything was bothering him. when Kaito brought up the paintings on the walls, he seemed more animated, like he was actually looking forward to making a conversation with Kaito. Turns out this guy was pretty artistic, he painted a lot, mostly drew. He then introduced himself. well, his last name - if that counted. Kaito nodded, bowing his head slightly as a sign that he was listening. However, he didn't know his first name. "I'm Kaito. are you a second year?" he asked.

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As the boy spoke, he spoke poorly, mispronouncing words, speaking in a way that was hard for Kaito to understand. He craned his head, scrunching his face up as he tried to understand. He could just barely make up with the boy was saying. Kaito nodded as the boy started asking about him. "Yeah, I'm a first year, I'm also in Gryffindor." he blinked in surprise as the boy said that he didn't go to his classes anymore. Could you do that in your second year? He bit his lip before asking. "won't you get in trouble if you miss classes? Because if you didn't, I'd skip the whole day." he let out a weak chuckle after he said that. It was true. Kaito hated classes. They were boring and dull, and he had to socialise. He would have to make an effort to tell people he didn't want to befriend them.

Kaito then sensed some uneasiness coming off the boy. Maybe he should leave soon.. lessons were about to end soon too. Kaito eyed the door for a second before turning back as the boy spoke again. Kaito smiled as the boy thanked him for looking out for him. He dipped his head slightly. "No need to thank me, I was just worried." he replied. As the boy asked if he liked art too, Kaito blinked. He did like looking at art. As a young child, kaito would immerse himself into the notebooks his dad drew on. His dad specialised in watercolours. Kaito loved the way each stroke was made, they were long, sharp and colourful. He noticed that he was zoning out so he cleared his throat. "Oh, I draw sometimes, sketch mostly but I don't really do much other than that."

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As the boy talked, Kaito made an effort to understand him. he was quite curious as the boy said he didn't care about getting in trouble. He eyed him closely. It seemed like the boy was pretty focused on escaping Hogwarts. Maybe it was because he felt that school was difficult here, it was pretty obvious. Not every student would run and hide into a bathroom. He tensed up as the boy warned him not to skip lessons. He sighed, disappointed. He thought teachers didn't take any registers when students would attend classes. Guess he would have to be stuck in lessons. "well.. to0 bad then." he tilted his head to a side for a second, looking up at him with a smile before he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes.

He opened his eyes as the he started to speak. He blushed with embarrassment as he praised him, for following him instead of ignoring him. He ruffled his hair but Kaito didn't mind. If it was anyone else, then he would have flinched and snapped at them. "It was just a natural instinct.." he mumbled, shaking his head. As he called him kai, Kaito felt a warm feeling in his chest. Kai.. that was a nickname he was never called. As the boy suggested that he could bring a pencil and sketch, he brightened up, smiling slightly. "oh.. really?" he laughed nervously. "I guess I could give it a try.." he rubbed the back of his neck.
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