"I cry in the rain,
Not only because no one will notice,
But it makes me feel at ease
When i know I'm not the only one crying,"-unknown
__________________You looked at the clock, then back at the teacher, at the clock, at your teacher and back and forth. Your chin propped up on your hand and your knee impatiently bumping up and down.
Since when has the time been this slow?
You disgustingly look away from your classmate in front of you, who was picking his nose, your eyes averting back to the clock.
The minute hand was on the dot before it makes 3 o'clock. As if it was a living thing, you glared at the clock.
The minute hand finally moved to the other dot, finally making it read 3 o'clock. And on cue the repetitive, annoying and loud school bell finally came to life.
You quickly scrambled as you stood up from your chair, your tiny hands flying over your school desk, picking up your stationaries and books. You pressed them against your chest as you joined your other classmates walking out the door.
You run down the hallways, apologizing to whoever you bumped at.
Once you reached your assigned locker, you shifted your things on your left arm, the other desperately trying to fiddle the key into the keyhole. You finally shoved it in and you banged it open, throwing in your books and grabbing the others you needed.
You removed one backpack strap from your shoulder and stuffed in your books and stationaries, your other eye stung as your own sweat trickled down into it. When you finally cramped your things in your bag, you zipped it close and put that one backpack strap back on your shoulder.
"Move!" You pushed people away, in which they cursed. "I said move, can't you understand?!" You pushed that short brunette dude out of you way, "Did your parents even teach you how to walk?!"
You sighed in relief once you got yourself out of that place they called 'school'. You thought that 'Satan's butthole' fits it better.
You smiled at no one, looking up the blue sky, ignoring the stinging pain as the sun pierced your eyes. You felt like the main character as you stood on your feet.
You grabbed a random person, who was about to pass by you, it happened to be a nerdy looking boy, his black disheveled hair everywhere and ugly silver eyeglasses plopped carelessly on his cute nose.
You placed your arm around his shoulder, in which he almost tripped on how forceful it was.
"Do you know what it smells like?" You asked, your face still painted with a sickening sweet smile, still looking up the sky, your other free hand up in the sky, palm open as if shielding the sun rays from your eyes.
You felt the shorter boy sniff beside you, as he he uncomfortably shifted on his feet, his hands tightening around the strap of his shoulder bag.
"U-Uh I-I don't know. . ." He quietly mumbled, he looked up the sky trying to find out what the hell are you looking at.
You dramatically took a whiff of the air as your hand up in the air slowly turns into a fist, "It's the smell of-" You brought your fist down. "-freedom,"
You pushed the boy away from your arms, in which the poor boy tripped, as you happily hummed a tune under your breath, exiting the school gates.
You were proud of yourself that you were able to survive another 5 days in Karasuno.
You smiled as you happen to pass by a bakery shop.
'Time to treat myself' You thought to yourself as you eyed the different flavors of cheesecakes through the display window.
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I'm hungry
Are you?
This happen to be my second haikyuu ff, and ngl I like where's this going.
Sorry if it's short
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Fanfiction"He's made of one tablespoon of sugar and one cup of salt," •Written by Sadlysoulx•