It was Monday morning, the start of the week. I always feel so lethargic, but I have to go to school today.
I was convincing myself to leave my warm comfortable bed, but it felt like the bed was hugging . I don't want to leave you either bed-chan.
My vision was blurry. I rubbed my eyes and yawned as I put on my spectacles and went to the washroom to freshen up. After brushing and taking a shower, I headed towards my wardrobe.
The apartnt that I used to live in wasn't very big, but it was spacious enough for a single student like . The kitchen was right next to the bedroom. Well, it had only one bedroom, one kitchen with a hall which was an extensive area.
I opened my wardrobe and took out my uniform. I wore a white shirt and put on my black checkered trousers. I tightened my red tie, but not too much. I always kept the top button open and wore the tie accordingly.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My ssy black hair was still wet and was falling into my eyes. I brushed them to the side with my left hand.
I checked the ti; it was 7.30 am. I was late today, so I quickly took my bag. I opened the fridge and took out the can of milkshake and my lunch, which I prepared last night.
I stayed up late reading a manga last night, which I regret now. As I was still feeling sleepy.
I locked my door and headed for my school while sipping a can of milkshake.
My school was a bit far from where my apartnt is. So I have to leave with a few extra minutes in my hand.
I was walking towards my school, as I noticed two students from our school walking slowly in front of while holding hands.
I assud they were a couple because of the intimacy they were displaying. I don't understand how people even fall in love. Or feel so level of affection towards a certain individual.
I never fell in love, nor did I know the aning of love. Was I bothered about that? Of course not.
Do I want to feel loved, or be in love?
NO.
Love is a waste of ti.
But what bothered was the aning of love. Because love is a really ambiguous term. Different books have different anings of love.
Or rather interestingly, different people have different definitions of love. How weird was that? Do we have different anings for hate?
Of course not. There is only one aning of hate. But love, which is a really simple term, but has a really complicated aning.
I was really curious about what love ans. Or how it affects a person's emotions. Because people will break many barriers just for the person they love.
Personally, I think that is really dumb. In my opinion, love clouds one's ability to think straight.
Nevertheless, people always want to experience love.
I have heard many people telling I was missing a huge part of high school. "High School Romance."
But I don't care about that, I'm happier without love. I am happy with my manga and video gas.
Though I have referred to many psychological books which have ntioned the chanism of love but every book has a different aning.
But, reading them actually helped a lot to understand people's emotions. I can act like I really care in so situations, but I don't. I just know what that person wants to hear so I sugar coat them.
Am I a piece of shit?
YES.
Do I care?
NO
I don't think I should change myself, because I'm just right, the way I am.
I don't despise people in love though, I just think of them as dumb and naïve.
I reached my school, while thinking about random things like that. I took my shoes off and put on my school shoes from my locker. It used to be a white shoes which beca dusty overti.
I walked towards my class and sat down in my usual place beside the window. My eyes caught my reflection in the window and I stared into my brown eyes for a few monts.
Our teacher entered the class. She slid the door, the iron sockets made a creaking noise. I looked at her, and she always had this unreadable face.
We could never tell if she was angry with us or not. She was an amiable lady, though. She had long black hair that she always used to tie up in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown.
She was our horoom teacher, Miss Tachibana Aoi.
I just happened to notice these details. I don't have a crush on my sensei. Co on.
She began with the attendance.
I waited for my na to co.
"Yukimura-kun? Yukimura-kun?"- she called out his na two tis then he responded.
"Yes, I'm here."- he raised his hand.
"Where's your mind?"- she rolled her eyes and continued the attendance.
Yukimura was one of my friends. He was an otaku, though. He was the one who introduced to manga, I'm glad he did.
Though, he is a closet otaku. No one knows about it except . Well, I accidentally stumbled upon him once at a player's stop. Apparently, they sell manga too.
I went to buy a new ga and found out that Yukimura was there browsing the manga section.
"Sakamaki-kun?"
"Here."- I responded as my na finally ca. My na was towards last in alphabetical order.
Though, this benefitted since I always have to submit assignnts and do presentations in the end. I'm glad that my parents did one right thing.
Our classes continued until lunchti.
It was lunchti as the bell rang, and I got up to leave for the cafeteria. I always eat in the cafeteria with Yukimura. Even if we bring our own lunches, we still eat in the cafeteria.
I was sitting with Yukimura while munching down my lunch.
"Damn, have you not eaten for a week?"
"I didn't have ti for my breakfast this morning."- I sipped the milk.
"I see."- he nodded and took a bite out of his bread.
"Hey look, it's her."- Yukimura said as she glanced towards soone behind .
I turned my head slightly and followed his gaze. It was Hiromi Kosaki. She was from the drama club and was a really pretty girl. She had long brown hair which she never tied.
Yukimura had a crush on her ever since the first day of high school.
"You should ask her out."- I said.
"Are you crazy?"
"Of course, not. You should just confess instead of being in a void."
I think people should be more straightforward with their feelings instead of hiding them. Hiding feelings is the first step to miscommunication between two people.
"I know, but-"
"Well, it was just advice from . It's up to you if you want to waste your ti then feel free."- I took another sip of the milk.
"Man, I can't tell if you're angry or not. I don't think I have a chance with her."
Yukimura was a good-looking guy relative to . He had short brown hair which he kept sideways and he had a really outgoing personality. But his most prominent feature was his green eyes.
"I believe you can do it."- I said.
No, I wasn't trying to sugar-coat him. It's true. He was popular among girls but still he was like this.
"I just don't have the courage to do that."- he said.
"Rember all those romantic manga, you wanted a love like that, right? This is your chance." I could tell his face lit up at the ntion of manga.
"Yeah, you're right. This is my chance, except I'm not like the main character in those manga."
"True."- we shared a laugh.
The rest of the day went by, and nothing interesting happened.
The school ended around 3.30 pm. I used to walk back ho with Yukimura but we parted ways at the downtown intersection as he lived in a different neighbourhood than .
The remaining walk was always boring, so I listened to music on the way.
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