As he walked in, sliding the door open, no one seemed to care. To them he looked like a new kid, but he was someone they had known long ago.
Kaneki walked to his table and sat down. It allowed him to look at the hallway easily.
"Much as I expected," he thought with a sigh.
"Hey there," said the dude next to him.
He looked to be around 6'0" feet tall. He had brown curly hair and looked like he did sports. Kaneki himself was around 5'10", so it didn't come out as a shock.
"Um, hello?" said the dude once more.
Kaneki snapped back to reality. "I'm, umm—"
The dude replied, "Hi, umm. I'm Shoyo Ikimaru," he said, holding out his hand. "But most people call me Iki."
"No, I meant my name is Kaneki Mizuya," he said.
"You have some dumbass hair, my man," said Mizuya.
"How?"
"I mean, it's dark-ass blue in the front but black at the end."
"Yours is curly," said Kaneki, before realizing that everyone had quieted down.
All their footsteps clicked and clacked as the doors slid open.
A woman wearing a button shirt, skirt, glasses, and a thick ponytail walked in.
"I'm Miss Shiori," she said. Her voice sounded angry. "This is my fourth year at Hasu High. I'm delighted to meet you."
She said this with a frown and sunken eyes.
"Don't look so happy, huh," whispered Shoyo to him.
"WHAT was that!" asked Miss Shiori.
She walked towards the desk, picked up a ruler, and started pointing it in their direction.
"We're so screwed," said Shoyo.
"You better tell me what you meant, Mr…" said the teacher.
"I'm Shoyo Ikimaru, first year of Class C!" he yelled as he stood up, unconsciously yeeting his chair away.
Everyone burst out laughing, and Kaneki couldn't help but smile too.
"Do you take me for a pea-brained nincompoop? Of course I know you're in Class C! This is Class C in case you haven't noticed, you dumbass!" she screamed as she chucked the ruler at him.
"Now you," she said as she looked at Kaneki. "Were you also congregating with this idiot?"
Seeing the fury in her eyes, Kaneki thought, Damn, better shut up before she beats the shit out of me.
"No, Miss. I have absolutely no connection to him," he said with a blank expression.
To his horror, Iki stood up again, now with a big red bump on his head.
"NO, MISS! HE'S WITH ME! HE IS MY BEST BUDDY, KANEKI!" screamed Shoyo once more.
"Is that so, huh?" she said.
To Kaneki's horror once more, a ruler spawned into her hand again, and she began slapping it against her palm.
You've got to be fucking with me, he thought.
He punched Shoyo again and said, "You idiot, why would you say that!"
But before Shoyo could fall over, Kaneki felt a large force on his head.
"Don't hit the students. That's my job," he heard faintly as he realized that he was falling over.
Is this what death feels like?