based on the correlation chart i made for a fictitious drama i made.
i. first day
on her first day of transfering to a new school, umika is asked to head inside the faculty office. there, she meets her new homeroom teacher, tanaka-sensei, and okamoto keito, the class representative. while tanaka-sensei is cheerful and accomodating, okamoto looks tense and serious. umika finds his presence intimidating. he introduces himself with a handshake (which she finds weird, yet interesting).
"i'm okamoto, the class representative." he says. his grip is firm enough for it to linger moments even after he's let go. tanaka-sensei smiles and tells her to not hold back asking for help, to which she replies a nod with. they continue talking until the school bell rings. tanaka-sensei leads the way to the classroom, with okamoto behind. umika follows them closely, eager to familiarize herself with the school corridors as soon as she can.
umika looks anxiously at tanaka-sensei writing her name in big, neat strokes on the blackboard. she's holding her breath. when sensei finishes writing, she clears her throat and asks umika to introduce herself.
umika looks around the class and tries not to look too nervous. "kawashima umika. i recently moved from saitama. please take care of me from now." she lowers her head, relieved that's over and listens to the class clap. she raises her head just as sensei is asking if there is a vacant seat. a boy seated in the third row near the window raises his hand. sensei gestures with her hand just as umika's picking up her bag to head towards him.
"kawashima, nice to meet you."
umika looks over to the boy at her right, beaming brightly while facing her. she hooks her bag on the desk and smiles back at him shyly. "n-nice to meet you.." he looks behind her. the action prompts her to look behind, as well. there is another guy fast asleep with his head tucked in between his arms. for a second, umika wonders if he's okay..
"idiot.." the guy next to her groans. she watches him pull out an eraser from his pencil case and throw it at the sleeping guy. the eraser bounces off and lands two rows away from impact. umika covers her mouth and looks at the guy beside her-- 'what are you doing?'. he quickly reassures her it's fine, and points back at the guy behind her-- who didn't move an inch.
"ehhh--?!" she remarks in disbelief. any normal person would have woken up with that, but this guy didn't! her seat mate laughs and comments how stupid the sleeping guy is. umika smiles, 'what a funny guy..' he catches her looking. she quickly gives a serious face. he pretends he didn't see.
"oh, i haven't introduced myself yet. i'm nakajima kento. you can call me 'kento' or 'kenty' like everyone does."
umika tilts her head. 'kenty' is a bit... she looks up at him, "is 'nakajima-kun' okay?" he makes a face and shakes his head. "kento" he insists. umika makes the same face back at him. "kento-kun", she protests. he laughs and reluctantly agrees. "sure, but not 'nakajima-kun', okay? it sounds like we're not friends."
he points behind her, "that sleeping idiot.. that's fuma, kikuchi fuma. we're in the same club, so i thought i'd introduce him, too."
"ehhh- which club?"
"the track team!" kento announces. umika finds herself smiling involuntarily, his happy aura radiating. he looks so proud and excited that she's feeling the same, as well.
"wow, that's so cool! i can't run fast, so i'm in awe." she admits. kento gives her a sceptical look, "really? you should watch us sometime, then! you might want to run after!" there goes his smile again. umika wonders for a bit, then agrees.
"great! i'll tell you when you can come. i'll show you around."
iv. melon bread
at lunch, umika finds herself sharing tables with kento and the now-awake fuma.
"i'm sorry your first impression of me was at my second least favorable state. be sure to pray before sleeping tonight," fuma grins. umika laughs and kento hits him on the head.
"ne, i invited umichan to watch us run."
"umichan'??" umika looks up at kento, who's halfway into his katsudon now. fuma's still eating as if nothing's happened. kento gives out a "hm?" while chewing. umika shakes her head and tells him to continue. he picks up more food with his chopsticks while umika takes a bite of her melon bread. were guys this forward now? not that she's uncomfortable with that nickname, though.
"does kawashima even want to? it sounds like you forced her-" fuma teases. kento crosses his arms and nudges fuma from beihnd the table. he looks slightly hurt when he glances at her to tell fuma otherwise.
"i do! i'm interested!"
"see? that's sounds scripted."
umika laughs while the two continue arguing. she's slightly surprised when they somehow manage to finish their lunches on time while she's barely consumed her melon bread because of them.