~A Void~

The sound of a pencil scratching a piece of paper was heard as a faint hum came from a girl with h/c hair. Her e/c eyes seemed to stare at the paper with...Well, it was quite an unreadable expression. Her mouth occasionally twitched, whether it was up or down as her brows furrowed. She seemed to be in her own world and ignored the other 30 or so people in the room who were jotting words in their notebooks, occasionally whispering to their seatmates.

The girl, however, did not seem to be doing the same as the others in the room. She seemed to sketch something, sometimes caressing the paper with the pencil's lead or seemingly stabbing it, almost as if she were furious. The girl's focus was interrupted by a ruler tapping her desk. She lifted her head and saw the only adult in the room and the others looking at her, some in curiosity, others uninterested.

"You're supposed to be writing notes about the lecture, L/n. Since you seem uncaring, perhaps you know the answer to the question on the board. Could please stand up and solve it for us?" The adult said with a firm expression.

Ah...yes. The h/c-haired girl was currently in class and has to spend several hours a day, five days each week, in a room they call a classroom, paying attention to the information the adults, whom they refer to as their teachers, want them to memorize since it is their job to help the younger generations reach their desired future. Or so they say.

The girl nodded and stood up, making her way to the chalkboard at the front of the classroom, grabbing a piece of chalk and raising her hand, making it touch the board as she dragged it, writing numbers and letters. Once she finished, she stared at the work she did before placing the chalk down and turning to her teacher.

The teacher stared at the board before her lips quirked up and she nodded, allowing the h/c-haired girl to return to her seat.

The girl sat down and blankly stared at her notepad that had an unfinished sketch, now feeling unmotivated. Her eyes shifted to look out a window, but nothing had caught her attention either. All she could do was sit, now bored for the remaining of the class. What she didn't notice was the look her seatmate gave her, both curious and deadpanning.

After a long time of sitting in the chair and zoning out while staring at the wall, the girl perked up at the sound of ringing in her ears while her peers began placing their belongings in their bags and happily chatted with a few companions. The teacher, too, packed her belongings before dismissing herself and walking out of the room into the corridor where other children and adults strolled by.

The girl placed her notepad in her bag, her pencil and eraser in a smaller one that was in her bag. She then got up and swung the strap onto her shoulder, walking out of the room and down the hall.

She soon stepped outside the large building, the sun glaring down as the occasional gust of wind caressed her skin. Her eyes caught sight of people dressed in business clothes, walking outside the campus and their faces covered by shadows. She sighed and walked forward like the other students, although, she walked alone while they had their friends. Currently, her friends were busy, hence the reason for her loneliness.

The h/c-haired girl brought her tongue to the roof of her mouth before bringing it down, making a popping sound before repeating the process. Her eyes stared forward with no interest.

What to do now? What can she do to pass time? She already finished her homework during the breaks and lunch, or in class when she wasn't paying attention to the lectures.

Soon, she arrived in front of a house, walking up to the door and entering. As she put on a pair of slippers, she heard a voice.

"Y/n, how was your day at school?"