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Hyuna searched her pockets for a lemon lollipop as she awkardly waddled to class, her hair spilling on her back as she twisted her body this way and that, her unbuttoned uniform wasn't the most helpful, but it was all in the name of fashion, especially because where else would she wear her new crop top? After a few minutes of searching and somehow still not anywhere near her class, Hyuna unwrapped the yellow wrapper, tossing it on the ground as she popped the lolly in her mouth, a satisfied smirk blooming on her face as the lemony flavor spread in her mouth.
The warning bells rang, jumping her out of her stupor.
Hyuna ran the rest of the way to class, pulling up her hair in a ponytail as she rushed to class.
Hopefully Mr. Jacob wouldn't comment on her dress code violation.
As Hyuna mused the likeliness of this happening, she didn't notice the short blond boy in front of her.
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Luka crashed to the ground with a loud thud, his head hitting the ground with a bang, his school supplies spilling out of his bag.
What an amazing start to his first day at school for what? Five more years stuck in a hospital?
The offender's voice shook him out of his dazed pondering.
If he deluded himself, it almost reminded him of Hyuna's voice.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Shit, you're bleeding. What's your name? Class? Oh God, I should take you to the nurse."
All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms pulled him up, wrapping their arms around his waist and propping him against his body, causing his surroundings to spin wildly.
"-up!"
The person shook him again, blessing his ringing ears with a voice so much like Hyuna's. If his vision wasn't so blurry from the pain and his head not so loud, he wouldn’t delude himself into thinking they were Hyuna of all people.
Hyuna.
Luka wasn't sure if he felt a tear drip from his eye or if it was him letting out a broken laugh.
Their voice was fading in and out, Luka could feel the blood dripping from his nose continously, black spots decorating his vision as his breathing slowed, at least his heartbeat was mostly controlled, despite the fact his new uniform had gotten stained, what a shame.
He'd really liked it, too.
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Hyuna hunched over the little chair propped next to the cot in the nurse's office, staring holes through the blonde as she looked for any signs of consciousness, tracking every miniscule shift and irregularity in breath, wrapping her fingers loosely around his purple tipped ones, attempting to warm him up a bit or something.
Hyuna ignored how her leg was bouncing in anxiety as she repeatedly checked his forehead, and such.
She felt really guilty, especially when the nurse had explained why he'd fallen unconscious and such.
She replayed the words in her head,
Nurse Hee-Ah brushed away a blonde curl from the boy's forehead, checking his temperature with a vaguely frustrated look in her face, "Luka has a heart disease and he's been hospitalized his whole life, this is his first time coming to school," She explained, wiping the blood on his face before searching among the cupboards for some sort of medicine he needed.
Well if that didn't make her feel bad enough, knowing it was all her fault this made her feel even worse.
"Ms. Hee-Ah, can I get a pass to stay here so I can apologize when he wakes up?" Hyuna begged, rubbing her hands together with a pleading look in her face.
The nurse glanced at Hyuna with her good eye before she let out a sigh, pushing a stubborn black strand of hair behind her ear.
"Fine, let me write you a pass. Take him to his class when he's feeling better, alright?"
"Okay!" Hyuna nodded vigorously, bowing quickly as she left.
A mumble distracted her from her thoughts, Hyuna glanced down at the boy, Luka, that was his name.
The name fits him.
"Oh, hey, you woke up!"
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Luka must be having another one of his dreams, for how else would Hyuna be here, hovering over him with a worried look on her face.
This, this fake imitiation of his Hyuna that his mind conjured up was leaning towards him, its mouth moving as it spoke.
Even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't, he couldn't make out its voice. Instead, someone else's voice overshadowed the thing pretending to be her.
"-orgive yourself... again and again.." Her grip loosened.
"Endlessly.." She shifted slightly, her voice muffled, her blood searing holes into his face.
"Because everything.." He could feel her hair brushing against his face. He swallowed a sob as tears streamed down his face.
"Begins from there.." She went limp.
He felt the imitation's thumb brush off his tears, its brows furrowed with worry and its mouth was moving again but he couldn't pay attention because she looked so much like Hyuna, despite the fact he'd forgotten what she'd looked like other than the little details that reminded him of her over the years ever since that day, ever since he'd woken up wherever this place was.
It was the look in her eyes that she'd always had whenever Luka cried in ANAKT, the protectiveness and worry in her eyes, along with an odd anger, or was it sadness? Before she'd vow to beat up anything or anyone who made him cry like that.
This thing looked so much like her he didn't even notice when a name fell from his mouth, hanging in the air as his vision blurred even more than usual.
"Hyuna?"
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Hyuna looked at the boy, the blonde boy with the pretty yellow eyes and purple fingers grasping her hand, mumbling her name with those wide innocent eyes, like if she didn't answer, he would crumple, her eyes softened, a small smile replacing the distressed frown that had been there for what seemed like hours.
She ignored the fact that he somehow knew her name, brushing it off with the fact that she had assigned to show around a new student. It was probably him. Why was he crying then?
"Yeah?"
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"Oh! We have practically the same schedule!" Hyuna chirped, scanning the schedule he'd stuffed in his bag that morning as she walked him to their class.
Luka felt his head dip slightly as he trudged slightly behind her, fiddling with the end of his uniform shirt. It was weird. Hyuna was here too, but she didn't remember anything, He was glad she didn't even though she wasn't the same. She still was the same.
It really was embarrassing in hindsight. He'd cried like a baby in front of Hyuna, who doesn't remember him at all.
Luka took a good look at his shirt as they walked to the class, they'd only missed an hour at max, but his shirt was stained with blood and tears, if Father saw him like this, he'd probably get punished. He shivered slightly at the memory.
Hyuna's voice interrupted his train of thought, along with the fact he bumped into her back from her suddenly stopping, but it's the important details that count, "Can we stop at my locker for a second?"
Luka glanced up quickly, his hair flopping onto his face for a second. He blew it away before he nodded.
"Alright!" Hyuna pumped her fists in the air before grabbing onto his arm and dragging him a short distance to a locker covered in club papers with a horde of love letters spilling out the openings.
Hyuna quickly put in the code, twisting the lock as she muttered under her breath, tongue sticking out ever so slightly.
Luka watched dazed until she pulled on a warm piece of fabric on his arms, a triumphant grin on her face.
"There! Now you won't be cold anymore, right?" She asked, her grey eyes questioning.
"Thank you." Luka mumbled, clutching the large sleeves on the hoodie she'd given him. It was warm and fuzzy and baggy, and the pockets were filled with chocolate.
It was also purple, which isn't the best color, but Hyuna gave it to him, so it was ten times better than it usually was.
The hallway seemed to shine with how blindingly bright the smile she gave him was.
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Hyuna knocked on the door, pressing her face against the glass as she waited for someone to open the door, eventually Isaac glanced up, squinting for a few minutes because Dewey had stolen his glasses again, before his eyes widened in suprise, scrambling to open the door,
"Hyuna! Where were you?!" He whisper shouted, there was a faint blush on his face, probably because Dewey was now hanging off his shoulder, Hyuna stifled a smirk at that.
"Yo, who's that?" He piped up, Isaac's glasses sliding down his nose as he pointed at Luka, who was pointedly scooching closer to her, even going as far as to cling pitifully on her uniform.
Hyuna felt her heart squeeze as she looked at him, holding back the urge to squish his cheeks and store him in her pocket, she popped out another lollipop, rolling it around in her mouth as she at waved at Mr. Jacob, who was giving her a tired glare as he waved at his outfit sarcastically.
"New student, anyway, Mr. Jacob! I have a pass!" She yelled, waving her arms around before she pushed away her friends, instead opting to gently shove Luka, who looked like he was about to fall asleep on his feet, towards the teacher, who stood up with a tired sigh.
Hyuna could swear on her foster parent's name that she could hear his back creak like an old floorboard or an unoiled door. She kept that to herself, though.
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This teacher, Mr. Jacob gestured for the class to queit down before he cleared his throat, "Class, this is Luka. Luka, this is class. Go sit down over there. Class doesn't start for another five minutes."
Luka gave a quiet nod before trudging to the back, keeping his head down as he walked, it was loud, and the sound was grating on his ears and he had a pounding headache and all he wanted was to fall asleep in the warm purple sweater that Hyuna had gifted him.
Luka startled as a tan hand wrapped itself around his wrist, pulling him gently as a faint melodic voice floating around the air, wrapping him in a nostalgic cocoon of plastic grass, stale air, too bright skies and echoes of bright laughter, of long brown hair and identical faces. Of a pair of hands that always wrapped around his, counting his fingers along with hi-
Luka blinked away the sudden sting from his eyes before letting his wrist go slack, focusing on the warmth radiating onto his wrist, a desperate prayer hoping it wouldn't dissipate or worse.
Grow cold and limp.