Sitting up quickly at the sound of a voice saying his name behind him, he looks over, wide eyed to find Satomi standing there. Was she there to gloat? Had she already somehow found out about his failure? Then she speaks, confirming his thoughts. So she HAD heard. Why was she apologizing? Was this her way of showing pity? He didn't want her to feel sorry for him... He narrows his eyes, raising an arm up and wiping his face with his sleeve, to get rid of the tears that still lingered on his cheeks. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her step closer to him, apparently wanting to say something else.<br/><br/>"I don't need you to make fun of me. I'm already gonna get made fun of by the others. So if you're hear to say something about that...then just go away. I don't...I don't want you to feel sorry for me!" He jumps to his feet, trembling slightly where he stood, looking at her through his goggles, his hands clenched in fists, his face a bit dirty from crying, then being wiped away by a dirty sleeve. He looked a mess, but he didn't care. What he did care about was being made fun of and being pitied. "So what if I didn't pass...I-I'll be fine. I'll...I'll j-j-just graduate next year! Yeah, that's it. I don't...don't care..." But he was lying to himself. He did care. He cared a lot. He'd tried his hardest to graduate, and even with all his efforts, he still ended up failing.<br/><br/>Despite himself, once again tears began to burn in his eyes, and slipped out, building up against the inside rim of his goggles before falling down his cheeks. He buries his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking from crying so hard. "J-j-just go away...I-I don't...I don't w-want you t-to..." He pushes his goggles up, and rubs at his eyes with his fists. He couldn't hold it in any longer. The thoughts whirling around in his head, knowing how bad he messed up. It all was a turmoil, every thought crashing and forming in to tears, and he couldn't hold them back.<br/><br/>In Hibiki's room, he wakes up from his nap, sitting up slowly, looking out the window. Not much time had passed, but even so the sun was already beginning to dip in the sky, as evening began to approach. He got a feeling that something was going on somewhere, and instinct was telling him that it was Haru. Why was everything that guy? Why should he even worry about it? And yet he was woken up by a FEELING. Shaking his head, to make him stop thinking about it he knew he'd have to go out and find out what was going on. Sighing, he gets up from his bed, changing clothes before he left, wearing a clean pair of shorts, and a green short sleeved shirt with the Nara symbol on the front, and Uzumaki on the back. His hair had come undone while sleeping, but he didn't feel bothered with putting it back up, so left it down, the hair falling to about his mid back, his bangs now in his face even more. Pushing them to the side, covering his lighter colored eye.<br/><br/>Leaving the house after yelling out that he was going, he heads back towards the main part of Konoha, a deep remembrance resurfacing where he knew the path to take to get to Haru's house. He takes his time though, not wanting to be in a rush over some dork. The hair's on the back of his neck were prickling, and he didn't like it. "Even when he's not around, that guy is STILL a pain..." He mutters to himself, annoyed in every aspect of this whole deal.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grlRYOvjqEs/UxtNfDl7X5I/AAAAAAAAAao/tErmLdwxXVk/s1600/boy+anime+crying2.png">[ img ]</a>(Haru's expression right now.)