Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D

The Science Fair

Beep. Beep.

I sighed. Just another boring day for me. I smacked my alarm clock, cutting off the shrill noise, groaning at the early morning light that I could see even through my closed eyes. I sat up slowly so I don't get dizzy, stretching my arms above my head and groaning. I rubbed my eyes, finally opening them and looking around my room: It was a controlled mess, my desk littered with sketches and designs, I had my clothes from yesterday on the floor, and I had a stack of books balancing precariously off a chair. I got up from my bed, and I heard my Uncle Nanami yell:

"Yuji!! Get down here, I have breakfast ready!" 

"I'm coming!" I hollered back, going to my dresser and pulling out clothes. I only sleep in boxers, because I hate wearing clothes in bed, but I also hate sleeping nude, so this is my compromise. I pull out some dark skinny jeans and a red hoodie, throwing it over my head before slipping on my red high tops and walking lazily down-stairs. I saw Uncle Nanami at the stove, wearing a black suit, hair combed and looking ready to go to work.

"Here Yuji, I made wheat cakes for you. I need to get going, I'll see you after school okay?" he said, sliding me a plate and a fork. I accepted gratefully, going to our small table and plopping down in a chair.

"Thanks Uncle Nanami. Have a great day, I love you." I responded, taking a bite and absolutely melting. They were so fucking good. I grabbed the syrup from the fridge, pouring a healthy amount on my wheat cakes.

"I love you too. I'm off." I watched as Uncle Nanami walked out the door. I scarfed down my remaining wheat cakes, washing my plate and silverware before putting them back in the cabinet. I hurried upstairs to finish my morning routine. I woke up too late, so I couldn't shower like I normally do. I reached into my drawer below my sink, grabbing my toothbrush. After applying toothpaste, I shoved the brush in my mouth, scrubbing vigorously and reaching into the drawer to grab my hairbrush. After setting it down, I leaned on the bathroom counter, watching myself in the mirror. I had recently dyed my hair, turning the brown locks pink, and I think it looked great on me. I spit out my toothpaste, quickly cleaning the sink and washing my mouth before dragging the hairbrush through my hair. When I finished with that, I quickly ran my hands under the tap, dragging my fingers through my hair. I grabbed my phone, unplugging it from where it was charging, looking at my messages, finding three from my best friend.

Gumi🖤: Wake up, or you'll miss the bus

Gumi🖤: Come on Itadori

Gumi🖤: Hurry the fuck up, the bus will be here in 2 minutes

How the hell is his grammar perfect at seven in the morning? I yanked my keys off the hook, rushing out the door and locking it before starting in an all-out sprint towards my bus stop. Good thing I was athletic, or else I would've never made it. As it stands, I got there maybe five seconds before the bus showed up. Fushiguro saw me, rolling his eyes at my hunched over frame. I flipped him off before smiling at him. Fushiguro gave me a small smile, not really one to express his emotions. I walked up the steps with him right behind me, going to the back of the bus and taking the window seat. Fushiguro plopped down beside me, leaning back into the seat. He was wearing black, ripped jeans, and a black hoodie that said "No." in white. He was also wearing his signature black boots, with his black hair up in its usual spiky fashion.

"You almost missed the bus, idiot." he said quietly, setting his bag on his lap and leaning on it. As the bus started moving forward, I nudged him.

"Well, the lovely thing about your sentence was the almost part," I replied, leaning against the seat, "meaning that I, in fact, did not miss the bus."