𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟜𝟛: 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

statistics say that there is a 1 in 500 000 chance that someone gets struck by lightning.

and right now, a part of you was really wishing that you were part of that 0.000002 percent of the population that did get struck by lightning.

because everything was already going wrong, why not just add even more fuel to the flame?

you sighed as you walked through the rain without an umbrella.

only two days have passed since the whole 'back-stabbing-act-of-nari' (to put it lightly), and you had nothing to do.

well, okay. correction: you had no motivation to do anything.

it was the weekend (with horrid weather too, to make things even worse than they already are), and since you were, oh, right—expelled from your course, you wouldn't even have class the next day.

you haven't even talked to the guidance councillor yet. to be honest, you haven't done, anything, really.

you're just tired. so goddamn tired.

you wished that you had the drive, the will, the motivation to get back and prove your innocence.

but who—who—would believe you?

certainly not your professor.

what was the point in trying anymore?

and thus, instead of wasting more time worrying about the situation, you were found walking in the rain.

you simply let your mind get swept into the gloomy rainfall as you walked towards the only place you wanted to be.

to the only place that still felt, somewhat, like home.

✰

"i—i don't know what to say."

"it's okay. then don't."

"no, seriously. are you okay?"

"do i look okay?"

a pause.

"not really."

you sighed as you leaned against the counter.

not-really okay.

that sounds about right.

"it's been three days, y/n. three days, and you look like you've—did you get run over with a truck or something?"

if i look like shit, just say it.

you rolled your eyes. "no terushima, fortunately, i did not. but honestly, life would so much easier if i had simply just gotten hit by a truck."

the tall boy looked worried. "you sound really rough. actually, rough is way too much of an understatement. but it's just...you look rough."

"yeah, well. maybe you'd also look rough if you lose fucking everything in a day." you frowned, wanting to, again, wake up from this cruel dream. "now, please. give me my damn strawberry milk."

terushima said nothing as he handed you your snack.

he merely leaned against the cashier table as he stared at you—looking unsure if he should say something or not.