College is a Bitch 〜☆ Technoblade x Reader

The Start of a New Class

I was awoken by the blaring of my alarm ringing all throughout my room. I slammed my hand on the table desperately looking for that damn phone. After what felt like years of searching I finally got that shifty phone in my grasp and turned the twelve different alarms off.

Hey, I don't always wake up on the first one. Or the tenth one, but that's besides the point. I threw the strawberry colored blanket off me and reluctantly sat up.

"The suns not even up, this should be illegal." I muttered quietly as I stretched making sure to add that wonderful pterodactyl noise. Listen, if you don't sound like some kind of demon is exiting your body, you're not doing it right.

I swung my feet over my bed mentally preparing myself for the ice cold wood floors to completely devour my feet. As I walked towards the kitchen, the only sound that could be heard was the echoing of my feet hitting the old creaky floors. Sure my apartment wasn't the biggest but at least I had somewhere to stay by myself. Living alone was always something I wanted to do and I'm so happy I did. I'm not great in social situations or any situations at all and moving in with someone you barely knew did not sound like something I could do. It took a while to save up but we're here now.

When I got to the kitchen I thought about what I wanted to eat. There was an article somewhere about the best times to eat breakfast but time is a social construct so we ignore her for the time being. I soon decided on strawberries and some toast. It's easy and I can eat it while getting ready.

I popped the bread in the toaster and grabbed some strawberries making my way back towards my room. I sat my plate down that contained only half my breakfast and made my way towards my closet. I shuffled through the clothing deciding on what I should wear. It was my first day back of my second semester in college so I figured I could maybe try a little bit. This was probably the fanciest I was gonna get all year so why not try. I absentmindedly ate strawberry after strawberry still browsing through my clothes.

I ended up picking a cream colored sweater with a white collar peeking out from the neck. I paired it with a brown flowy skirt and a trench coat. As it was autumn I wanted to go for a more dark academia look. I slipped on my brown shoes with white knee high socks. Hey it was gonna be cold but I still wanted to look cute.

I heard the bread from the toaster pop up so I walked back to the kitchen and made cinnamon toast. I quickly ate it and headed to the bathroom trying my god damn best to fix whatever in the hell was going on with my hair. I looked at the time realizing it was 7:00 meaning that I had 10 minutes to get to the subway station. I sighed hyping myself up to absolutely book it. I half assed brushed my teeth and threw on some deodorant and the nearest bottle of perfume. I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door locking it. I steadily jogged to the station somehow just making it. I quickly slid my card across the scanner and walked into the sweaty death machine that would take me straight to my college. I sat down out of breath.

"Jeez I need to workout more." I thought to myself putting on my headphones and putting on my favorite playlist.

After 20 minutes I got off and headed towards my college. Since my class didn't start till 8:00 and it was only 7:30 I walked to the nearest coffee shop and ordered my usual as I took out my laptop and notebook. I looked around at the familiar place that I had gone to almost everyday for the past semester. Man almost 75 days of going here and I never once got tired of the scenery. The coffee shop was on the corner of a long street that held many stores and restaurants. Due to its size most people walk right past it and think nothing of it. But oh my god it is so beautiful. The tan colored walls and the big windows felt like a second home. Plants hung everywhere leaving not one corner with empty space. The small lights that looked like lanterns were turned off as the sun was rising. The wooden tables covered the floor in all different soft colors. There was a small book shelf in the corner where people had donated their old books too. I was broken out of my trance as a familiar face greeted me with coffee.