stay with me • albedo

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[edited, 2025]

TW! Sexual harrassment, please proceed with caution. I'll mark out the specific part so ya'll can skip it if you want to!

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You are awoken by a text notification.

Dear Freshman,

You are invited to participate in the 2021 X University Freshman Orientation! It will be held in a week's time, please report to the sports hall on that day itself blah blah blah goo goo gaga

Principal of X University

You groan, slightly frustrated as you skim through the entire text, before throwing your phone across the room. From the corner of your eye, you could see Sucrose's judgemental stare burning through you. You furrow your eyebrows at that

"I know you aren't looking at me like that when you're kneeling down in the center of my room and rummaging through my closet." You say in your morning voice, and she giggles, holding up a piece of clothing you haven't seen in 5 months.

"I was just picking out an outfit for you to wear on the orientation day. You need to stop wearing those musty sweatpants and dry-fit tshirt to school activities." She bites at you, and you feel slightly offended at that. 

"Excuse me, it is not musty, its just comfortable." You retaliate, but Sucrose doesn't pay any mind to it, she simply just goes back to looking through your dark colored clothes.

"Didn't they provide an orientation shirt or something? I really cannot be bothered to dress up on that day if I'm going to end up sweating a ton anyways." You confess, and she gives you a deadpan expression, throwing one of your sweaters towards your bed. You stumble back, sitting down on your wooden floor.

"That's not the point, [Y/N]." Sucrose mutters, reaching deeper into your pile of clothes before turning around to look at you.

"We're in University. We're basically adults now, and if I remember correctly, you've been single since you were born. Don't you want to get a boyfriend? There are many cute guys around campus, maybe if you put in some effort into dressing up for the orientation, there would be many guys and girls after you." Sucrose explains, and you shrug your shoulders. 

She has a point there, you admit. Being single is the life, but you're really deprived from affection. Maybe this is a chance to change that.

Pursing your lips, you reluctantly nod your head, earning a big wide smile from Sucrose. She adjusts her glasses, pulls her sleeves up and continues to look through your closet before she pulls out a long, beige, layered skirt you hadn't seen in ages. To be exact, it was a skirt passed down to you by your mom. 

"I think this would look good on you. Maybe with a sweater?" She chimes, holding the skirt out to see whether it would fit on you. Nodding when it does, she places it on your lap gently.

"A sweater? Mind you, we're doing physical activities, Miss Sucrose." You argue, but she shuts you up by throwing a t-shirt at your face, muffling your words. "Simple. Oh, and wear some sneakers with it. Preferably blue or brown since your skirt is a beige-ish colour. Pair it with those loafers of yours please." Sucrose smiles, finally closing your closet door. 

Humming delightfully, she leaves your room with a grin on her face. 

Sighing, you stare at the mess on the ground. "Don't you think you're forgetting something?" The pile of clothes that Sucrose rummaged through had been strewn all over your room, some folded over your chair, and others just lying all over the ground.