For Kihona Hideyoshi, Lorem University is a second chance. A chance to be more than just the rich kid, more than an aspiring psychologist.
More than the girl who has a past she cannot escape.
But soon, her life is stripped away from her. Trapped a...
CW - domestic abuse. please read ahead with caution.
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REPOSTING BC I FORGOT BUT SHIRO'S BIRTHDAY WAS JUNE 5th!!!!!! love this man. extremely wonderful person. —
The events of yesterday are a blur. I can barely remember the array of tastes from a forkful of pasta, nor the voices differentiating from one another. The smells, the feelings, the conversations: each and every one is lost on me. It feels like it was just black. And then waking up in my bed. Each occurrence slowly floods back into my brain, as I stare at the drapes covering my bed. It's the names that come first - Kaso, Kohi, Haruka, Shiro, Aki. Then the dreaded memories of every conversation, every minor action. Kaso's outburst. Kohi's broken wrist. Haruka's mysterious hostility. Shiro's heartfelt words. Aki's birthday.
Aki's birthday... Oh my god, it's Aki's birthday!
Not a single thought crossing my mind, I leap out of bed. I don't even bother to make the sheets, yanking off my pyjamas and pulling on my regular day clothes. The time on my clock reads 9:30. I'm not too late yet. I brush through the reddish-blonde mass of my hair, tying it up in my signature low ponytail. A routine I'm becoming much too used to. Hastily, I slide on my shoes, darting out of the door as I race down to the canteen without even considering my surroundings. I really hope I'm not too late.
As I burst through the doors to the dining hall, I'm shocked to see an alarming lack of people. Emptiness. Like a barren wasteland of chairs and tables. All unoccupied. Immediately, the strong stench of solvents fills my nose, making me gag as the taste clings to my tongue. What the hell could have happened in here?
"Oh, hey, Kihona," A voice calls, one that stuns me as the words leave the person's lips. I'd thought this room was empty, yet my expectations are quickly disproven.
I avert my eyes to the direction of the voice, noticing Ayana sitting at one of the tables, surrounded by a sea of coloured card. She grips a large pair of scissors, a pot of glue by her side. Her expression is piercing; a cold icy glare that I'd be intimidated by if it weren't for all the fun colours in front of her. I frown, "Uh, hey Ayana. Where's Aki? It is her birthday, right?" Ayana nods, flicking a lock of her hair behind her shoulder as she continues to trim down a piece of yellow construction paper, "It is. Kohi's serving her breakfast in bed. We're just gonna keep her busy until the party is ready." "O-oh," I say hesitantly, moving towards the kitchen door, "That's very nice." She bites her lip, sighing, "It would be if anyone offered to lift a god damn finger 'round here." I feel as if her words are directly aimed at me - a poisonous arrow shot straight from her bow as if to fill me with venomous guilt for not helping her. Why I feel so bad is beyond me, it's not like I only woke up ten minutes ago. Yet I can't set aside the swirling guilt in my stomach.
