𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 | Tsukishima K.

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Y/n's Pov:

Wake up. Wake up bitch! It's time to wake up for school! Get the fuck up! Oh my Michael Jackson- wake your ass up!

What's this you ask? It's me trying to get my body out of bed for school. My mind is up but my body refuses to take the covers off myself. You know what? That's it, I'm rolling my ass out of bed.

As I flip myself out of my bed and land face first on the floor. That was a bad idea. When I flip myself out of bed, my covers come crashing down with me. Great. Now all of my blankets and pillows are on the floor.

Maybe I can just lay here- "Y/n, get out of bed!" my brother shouts from outside of my door.

Without even getting up, I can smell the delicious smell of breakfast. From the smell, it smells like fried Kimchi. Yeah, if you couldn't tell already, my brother and I love Kimchi.

The smell of breakfast pulls me out of bed and I race to the kitchen. My brother made Kimchi fried rice with an egg. Kimchi fried rice is always a great breakfast in my opinion.

Even though I just got out of bed, no glasses, no makeup, no nothing. I grab one of the bowls and a pair of chopsticks. Before I can inhale any of the food into my mouth, B/n pushes the bowl away from me and says, "Mm, nope. Go get ready first"

He points at my bedroom door, indicating to go change and get ready for school. I groan in annoyance and haul myself back into my room.

As I'm walking back to my room, I bump into the wall. That's what I get for not wearing my glasses. That's why everything looks so messed up.

I go to my bathroom and take a shower. While in the shower, I brush my teeth as well to save time. Then I get dressed and do my hair (however you want and whatever products you need todo your hair) My uniform doesn't have a wrinkle in sight because I iron when I'm sad.

Once I finish getting ready, I go outside and dive for my bowl of fried rice but by the time I get there, I notice the bowl is empty.

When I look up from the bowl, I see my brother grinning in delight. "Where's the food?" I ask him with a fake happy tone. I give B/n a very sarcastic grin as I blink aggressively.

"Oh, you were being slow so I ate it" he answers me as he throws the bowl into the sink. I look over at him and smile, hiding a devious grin. Diving for B/n's head, I grab his hair and yank at it.

"You bitch! What the fuck am I suppose to eat?!" I shout at him as I drag him around the apartment.

My brother groans in pain as my fingers grip his hair tighter and tighter like I'm about to rip it out. "Just get something from the convenience store!" he suggested.

I let go of his hair as I leave for school, dropping him on the floor as he clutches his head in pain. Next time don't touch my food, bitch.

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Class goes on like normal and Tsukishima translates the notes like yesterday but that shit is boring so let's skip to lunch because that's when shit gets a tad more interesting.

Tsukishima walks me down to the yard once again where we meet Yamaguchi. Like yesterday, we all walk over to eat at the same picnic table and Yamaguchi is already sitting there on his phone.

"Yamaguchi, hey" Tsukishima greets his green haired friend as we take a seat.

Yamaguchi puts his phone away and greets us back, "Hi, Tsuki! Hey, Y/n! Is this a normal thing now?" He asks me about being there to eat lunch for the second day in a row.