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first days suck.
you stare blankly at your white wall, dragging your hands over your cheeks. the light barely peeking through your window, glancing at your phone that blares with your alarm. slowly reaching a finger to tap stop, your eye twitching as you tiredly droop yourself out of bed.
sliding your feet across the cold tiles towards your closet, reaching through towards the back. pulling out your slightly crumbled school uniform for UA, yawning as you slide on the clothes with a little struggle. pulling off the silk cover from your head, brushing down your skirt and finding your shoes deep under your bed.
why are they even under here???
you grumble in thought, flopping on the ground and tapping your shoes comfortably against the ground when you finally fit them on. remaining on the ground until you hear knocks on your door, you exhale sharply while scrambling to your feet and sliding on some white leg warmers then throwing a baggy sweater over your uniform like you did with your old school. opening your door expecting to see your mother's face, blinking at a maid who smiles peacefully.
you slide the door open more so she can start cleaning, moving past her and dashing downstairs quickly. glancing around at the empty first floor, frowning, not a single word from your mother as you reach your pre-made school bag. ripping some paper from a book and scrambling a note, telling her that you've head off to school early. guess there was no need for the sweater then, sliding it off and shoving it in your bag for later.
stepping away from the note on the corner of the table, sliding your bag on and stepping out the front door as quietly as possible. street was quiet as usual, jogging up towards the station down town. hearing the heels of your black shoes against the pavement, glancing behind your shoulder towards the rising sun.
reaching for your phone to quickly make a mental note of the time.
7:30 am
umm i think homeroom starts at 8:25. i'll be fineee
you skip quickly towards a seat, sitting down and checking how much money you have just in case you had to buy lunch. flinching when a sorry sight decides to sit down next to you, shockingly staring at akuma who remains calm.
"stalker??"
"calm down, we go to the same school now." he smiles, stretching his arms out against the chair. you itch away from him and shake your head with confusion.
