"Messy, you my Orange Soda shorty."
A girl dreams of a boy who tastes just like her favorite fruit and shortly becomes determined to draw him away from the demons that lurk under his bed. Unbeknownst to her, that same scarily accurate sense of hers...
"RUN FROM THE LIGHTS. RUN FROM THE NIGHT. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE. I'M NEW IN THE CITY."
— KANYE WEST. | LOST IN THE WORLD
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The pair continued to reciprocate notes for a handful of days, building a somewhat consistent routine between exchanging and receiving. (Y/N) was godawful at maintaining routines, but she strived for this to be the only consistent thing in her life since everything else seemed to be so unmanageable. Kuroo faithfully left his locker unlocked to retrieve and remit notes; it became commonplace for him to send notes in the morning, while 'OJ' sent notes in both the morning and the evening.
At the conclusion of each letter, Kuroo, A.K.A. Crush Soda, bluffed that he was getting closer and closer to finding out 'OJ's' true identity in hopes of 'OJ' accidentally confessing a couple of facts about themselves. (Y/N) was a tough cookie to crack, however, and held up the facade perfectly to the point Kuroo was becoming a little frustrated and deprived.
In every note, he jokingly asked to meet up with 'OJ', and 'OJ', without question, dodged the matter entirely too gracefully. Kuroo eventually became suspicious of 'OJ's' true intentions and identity, which caused the slow, but surely, down-spiral of the boy's mental over the past few days. It seemed as if the shadow man was on crunch-time, whispering prophecies and scenarios in his head that slowly became more and more sensible the longer he listened. Why was it so determined to make his life hell?
Even with the sweet, endearing notes that continued to be exchanged back and forth, a nagging voice at the rear of his head hypnotized the boy into thinking the world was out to get him. The indistinguishable anxiety that stood present in his childhood returned, but for blood this time around. Shivers of pain and uneasiness oozed through his body, bringing forth the unpleasant sensation he tried his best to shoo away by refusing to permit solitary.
However, it seemed as if the shadow man deliberately dragged away every figure in Kuroo's life so it could access his concealed cowardice, hidden by layers of feigned self-assurance. The boy couldn't get a break, for everyone he hung out with had plans and left him to do his own thing. He pleaded for the confidence to come forward about his problems, but the fear of rejection and others taking advantage of his vulnerability held him back. He had no desire to encircle himself with people that'd never apprehend his feelings, so he distanced himself from the world.
Having said that, for the past three weeks, he's been storming back and forth between desiring isolation or desiring communion. At school, all he wanted was isolation or else he felt like he'd collapse of combustion. At home, he wished with all of his heart somebody was there to accompany him whenever the shadow man visited the edge of his bed.
