𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟠𝟙: 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕥

overwhelmed.

as we've mentioned countless times before, it's possibly one of the worst feelings in the entire world.

and yet, it is a feeling that never seems to leave you. as sad as it may be, the constant shadow of overwhelm is considered a normal aspect of your life at this point.

on a normal week, you'd be overwhelmed with schoolwork, commitments, and extracurriculars. and in a normal week, you'd generally be able to handle whatever hell is thrown your way. it would be a living hell, but you'd get through it.

but on this non-normal week, you were overwhelmed 100% of the time.

and in this non-normal week? handling things was not easy. on this non-normal week, every little thing had the ability to spark a full blown mental breakdown. every small thing that goes wrong will result in nothing else but tears, anxiety, stress, and oh, you guessed it, even more feelings of overwhelmed.

my dear friends, welcome to finals week.

the final week of the semester...where all the exams and final projects are taking place.

and to make things even worse than they already were, you were having a shitty day. it was one of those days where you just wished that you could lay in bed and do absolutely nothing.

but you couldn't, now, could you?

degrees don't write themselves.

besides, if you wasted the day doing nothing...then you'd be even more stressed for the rest of the week. tough cycle, huh?

"good luck," your professor stated to the entire class at the end of the lecture.

the end of the last lecture. the final class of the whole semester.

yeah, okay. good luck my ass.

now, for the next few days, all you had to endure were fifteen final assignments and eight exams. you could feel the stress sink in as you realized how much work you had to do in the span of a week.

it made you want to cry, almost. but then again, everything made you want to cry.

"yo y/n? you okay?"

you turned to see shirabu with a worried look on his face.

"hm?" you blinked.

"you seem a little overwhelmed," he pointed out. "you okay?"

is it that obvious?

you gave him a weak smile. "i'm two seconds away from a mental breakdown, i think."

he sighed. "it's the way that i relate to your entire existence. let's suffer together?"

giving shirabu a wave, you started to walk towards the door. "bye mr gossip dude. i'll be in the library for the next seven hours."

shirabu pouted. "can that nickname go away? it's been months."

you smiled.

for only a single millisecond, all your worries disappeared as you smiled at the copper-haired boy.

"never."

✰

let's just say that the carefree life lasted for truly only a single millisecond.

because a second later, as you walked towards the library, every one of your stress returned. and it was a major understatement to say you were fucking overwhelmed.