Khun's Pov

   "Are you ok?" I shot my gaze up, looking at another boy standing in the doorway. He had long messy brown hair that reached the bottom of his ear and almost his jaw. He had bright amber, almost golden eyes staring at me, worry glossing over them.

   Shit.

   I pulled my feet in, attempting to hide them. "Yeah.. Why?" Because your feet are torn up, dimwit. He shuffled from foot to another, scratching the back of his neck. "You feet looked pretty bad, but you don't need to tell me if you don't want. It's fine.. I just was worried.. "

   I avoided his eye contact, sprawling my legs back out. Too late.. He already saw them. I don't even know what to say.. A random person walked in the bathroom to see a stranger sitting on the ground with torn up feet. Just trying to think about what he thought made my head spin.

   I glimpsed around the room, I didn't want to look at him. I didn't need his pity. Take that back, why would he even pity me? He would probably leave in the next five seconds. He wouldn't honestly care, he was just trying to be nice. He was probably just like everyone else..

   My gaze eventually landed on the floor, myself taking in every speck of dirt, it was as if I was having a staring contest with the floor. I didn't want to talk with him.. Yeah sure he was nice asking me if I was ok, but it was probably fake and I honestly don't have the patience.

   Shibisu had worn me out and I was in alot of pain. I didn't want to snap at someone who I had just met. But it didn't matter, he was going to leave soon anyway.

   I had expected to here the shuffling of this boy walking out the door, going farther and farther away, but it had only gotten closer..?

   I peered up see the boy walking over, only to plop down next to me. Wait, what the hell? I'm just another stupid inconvenience, why the hell is he still here?

   He doesn't actually care, right? I shifted my gaze over to him, practically glaring at him. Does he have any ulter motives? Does he want to kill me? Does he have a knife on him? A gun?

   "Why are you being nice?" He turned his head towards me, and he was a little closer than expected. I shifted over leaving a good 12 inches between us. I didn't need him any closer, I didn't even know who he was.

   But he didn't seem to mind. He just looked lost in thought, searching for something. Quite some time passed by before he spoke, "Well, I don't know? Your feet looked messed up and You were sitting on the floor.."

   He took a long pause, "But you also seemed lonely, and I don't know many people who like to be lonely.."

   ... I didn't know what to say. He had me at a lost for words. I usually felt alone. I felt alone in my room, in the woods, in my classroom, at lunch, practically anywhere and everywhere.

   I always felt alone by myself or in the middle of a crowd that consisted of a million. It didn't matter where I was, I always felt a ping of loneliness. How could he even tell..?

   I sighed, leaning my head back onto the wall. Well, I kind of enjoyed the company. He didn't make me talk, he didn't talk to me, only answering my questions. He just say there and stayed as my company. I felt my throat slightly close, my breath hitching.

   It just felt nice having someone there.. Someone who didn't make you do anything you weren't comfortable with, they were just there..

   And I barely even knew who this person was, he just made me feel welcomed. Is that weird? Should my guard be up more? It's not like he would make me take it down fully, but I think I could just relax? I think I could just be at peace for a moment. I didn't even know him, I didn't know his name.. But I felt comfortable.

   I feel like that should be weird.. Like it should be abnormal. He wasn't someone who I had done a project with, I don't even think he had ever been in one of my classes, I don't even remember seeing him anywhere.. Yet he sat he with me.

    He sat here with me and kept me company while I felt like I was drowning. And I couldn't help but feel gratitude towards him for relieving a bit of the suffocating pain.

   I didn't notice him shuffling through the bag of his own, I had only noticed the ring of the obnoxious bell, signaling that the class was over. I didn't notice his small scribbles, I only noticed the tight pain in my foot as I rewrapped them and put my shoes on.

   My attention shifted as I noticed the boy get up, walking towards the door. He didn't say a word as he walked away, just flashed me a small smile and wave.

   I didn't know what it was, but my heart slightly fluttered at his smile. Maybe it was because I had gotten any type of positive recognition or affection in years. Or maybe it was something else.. But I couldn't help but get a bit jittery. He smiled. At me! It wasn't at the wall or floor, it was me! He made eye contact with me..

   ..wait. Don't get out of hand. Your being to excitable and unreasonable. He's just being a nice person. Maybe that was just who he was.. Stop being ecstatic. It's just a normal human interaction.

    And as much as I told myself that, I couldn't wipe of the small smile on my face.

   I went to lift myself up, but heard a small crumple. I looked over to my left hand to see a little yellow sticky note underneath my palm.

   Shoot, he probably dropped it. Oh.. I don't even know his name.. I picked up the sticky note, examining the note. It's not like he'd kill me, it's just a small itty bitty little note..

  
   I'm here. (860)-XXX-XXXX

P.S  The name's Bam

   Maybe it wasn't a note for someone else. Not a reminder. Maybe it was for me.. And let's just say my smile got a little bigger and a little brighter.

   I walked out of the bathroom, a growing smile on my face. Ok, I won't trust him right away, but I'll just keep in mind he's here. I'll just keep that on my mind. In the very back of my mind. Well, maybe not in the very back.