It was a basic idea. I hope you enjoy it. ;)

Hypersensitive

Chapter One

The sound of his neighbor's alarm clock rang through his ears. Kanda opened his eyes, groaning at the sound. It was five in the morning, and his neighbor had the loudest alarm clock in history. Not to the average person, he knew. His neighbor's bedroom wasn't behind the wall that held up Kanda's headboard, no. Quite the contrary, it was through the wall of Kanda's living area, and through a few doors.

The average person wouldn't hear a damn thing. Kanda, however, wasn't average. No, anyone who put earplugs in before they went to bed and still heard the alarm clock from where it was had to be anything but.

This wasn't a painful noise, no. If it were behind Kanda's bed, then it would be painful. He was just comfortable sleeping, and was never quite happy about waking up earlier than he had to be. And where he did have stronger ear plugs, they weren't too comfortable to fall asleep with, and he'd have a patchy sleep at best, should he use them.

Sighing, Kanda rose from his bed. Another day, he supposed. Not unlike any other, he knew, but it was there. Being in college was something, living off campus had its responsibilities, but it was better than living on campus. It was too noisy there, and he couldn't get anything done.

The Japanese male went into his stark white bathroom, lifting the dimmer light a third of the way up before stepping inside and stripping. He shut the door to the barely lit bathroom, then moved to the shower. Now, to Kanda's touch, this was a pleasurably hot shower, but the average person would consider it lukewarm, at best. And you knew by the lack of steam.

The man turned off the shower once he finished, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around his waist. He stood before the mirror, stroking his face before moving to grab his razor. He hated shaving, but it was either that or look like Mountain Man. He already had a samurai haircut, and as far as he was concerned, that was the only thing he could get away with.

After swapping the earplugs he had for his stronger pair, Kanda began blow-drying his hair; brushing it and placing it in its usual ponytail before moving to his room. He got dressed, and naturally, he dressed well. A pair of brown dress pants with a white belt, a powder blue cashmere sweater, a soft navy scarf, as well as a pair of white boots. The outfit invited touch, and where Kanda was no fan, he'd have people touch his shirt than touch his skin.

The man then went for his kitchen. He prepared a pot of tea then set it aside to boil before moving to get started on his breakfast: Tempura Soba. The man had just started with the sauce for the noodles by the time the tea finished. The tea was placed off the heat, and it was then set aside, away from the stove. Once his soba was finished, Kanda placed it into a bowl before moving to poor his tea. The water was still hot, but not as steaming as it was before. As for his soba, Kanda found it that letting the noodles cool for even a few minutes ruins the entirety of the dish, so he ate it piping hot.

His morning was calm, and for the most part, quiet. The woman in 3C always made a fuss about getting up too late for work, and Kanda could hear her cursing as she scurried to get her stuff together. Living on the other end of the building, as well as on the second floor, Kanda didn't feel it a good idea to go about telling her that she should probably get an alarm clock if she didn't want to be late. That, and the fact that Kanda really didn't want to hear a second one go off.

It was approaching ten o'clock that morning, and it was at that point Kanda got ready for his day. Getting on his shoes and coat, a pair of white leather gloves with a blue trim, as well as a pair of sunglasses. Finally, he grabbed his bag and left for class.

Now the walk to campus took about twenty minutes. As expected when you lived in the city, things were pretty loud (hence the second pair of plugs). However, Kanda's glasses to everyone who walked past him would be uncalled for, as it was partly cloudy, and the sun wasn't that strong today. For Kanda, though, it felt just slightly lighter than what he'd get on a perfectly sunny day; too bright and just unbearable.

He arrived at school, heading into his forensic psychology introduction class and taking the seat that provided the least amount of light. Most had thought Kanda fell asleep here, but he was quite capable of participating in class. In fact, he was one of the best there. No, he specifically explained his predicament to his teachers and got the doctor's note to prove it. They took an understanding to him at that. If not giving him a dark area in the room when they could, then lowering the blinds so the sun didn't hit him on top of the lights. And some of them just turned the lights off with them, telling the class that it would remain that way so long as they did well.

Miss Nine came in, dimming the lights a bit before beginning the lecture. Kanda took off his sunglasses at this, sending a quick smile towards his teacher. She more than any of his teachers understood what he had to deal with, and she accommodated the class so he'd be able to appear like a regular student. She spoke calmly, also, so it left Kanda's ears to be relaxed until she ran a projector or something.

Class continued. Kanda wrote his notes on geographical profiling, as one would expect, and as Miss Nine continued talking, some of his classmates began whispering. Nothing uncommon, and unfortunately, not something he could rid himself from hearing. Things like- "We should have skipped," and "Kanda is so hot," reached his ears with ease, and that annoyed him. Couldn't he get through this class without distractions once?

"Why can't we just have at it now?"

"We'll show Sarah what's coming to her, don't worry." He heard from the opposite corner of the room before the hourly bell rang. Class was over, and everyone was leaving. Kanda sighed once, standing up and grabbing his things before walking up to Miss Nine.

She smiled at him. "Senses bothered by anything?" She asked him. Miss Nine wanted her students to be comfortable in her class, at least physically. Kanda went up to her their first day of class and showed her his doctor's note. Ever since, she's always been sure to ask him if anything got painful during her class; especially if Kanda approached her afterword.

Kanda shrugged. "The projector, but it's not as bad as other noises. Even if it were, there's not much that can be done about it." She smirked at this. "That's not what I came up here to talk about, though." He informed her.

Her brow rose. "Really?" Kanda nodded. "Who's up to something, and what is it?" Kanda wasn't truly a rat, as people might call him, specifically because he couldn't help what he heard, and because he didn't want to hear about on Monday when he'd have her class again.

The male sighed. "I don't know who, they've never talked all that much. All I know is that they were in the opposite corner, talking about some girl named Sarah.

Miss Nine nodded. "I'll report it and start looking for them on the seating chart." And with that, Kanda left for his next class.

I hope we've enjoyed this new idea. I'll update as soon as I can.

~ K. Fang-sama