Scars || T. Oikawa Spin-off

5| First Day

   "Mi-Mi-chan!!!" Ayame calls out, causing me to jump up. 

   I was just on my way to my Literature class, and now I have to put up with the most hyperactive person on the face of the earth. 

   Turning around, I see Ayame running up to me with a huge smile on their face, waving their hand high in the air. It's not like I can't see them. They're wearing a black, oversized T-shirt with a peace sign on it and light blue skinny jeans, with combat boots. 

   In college, we're allowed to wear whatever we want; if you couldn't already tell. 

   I sigh, watching them with disapproving eyes as they catch up to me, "Would you quit calling me that?" I ask in a tired tone, tugging at my sleeves. 

   "Can't do Mi-Mi-chan!" They exclaim. 

   I've been stuck in that dorm hall for the past week, and now that school finally started, I thought I had the chance to get away from my roommates' idiocy, but no. They all think we're friends. 

   I swear, these bitches are going to be my 13th reason why. 

   I let out an exhausted groan, continuing to walk to my next class. It can't be nearly as bad as my last one. I had to sit next to Akira, listening to him drone on and on about how I have no sense of style. Apparently, he doesn't like the fact that all I wear are hoodies and sweatshirts. It's all I can wear.   

   "Hey! Wait up, Mi-Mi!!" Ayame yells even louder than before, catching other students' attention.

   I turn red out of embarrassment and anger.

   Ayame happily skips along next to me, humming an annoying tune. I just realized how short they are. They stand around the same height N/n does. N/n; I wonder how she's doing. 

   "Oh, hey! We have the same Literature class!" Ayame exclaims, pointing to the schedule in my hand. 

   Oh god, please no. I know I'm a bad person, but I don't deserve this. 

   "Oh..." I speak in a disappointed tone. 

   "Hey! You could at least try to sound happy," They huff, crossing their arms over their chest and looking away from me.  

   I look at them through lidded eyes, "Yeah, no thanks," I say. 

   Ayame does a childish and slightly cute jump-up, straightening their back, "Hmph, it's okay, Mi-Mi-chan. I know you love me more than you show," They exclaim, a small smile gracing their lips. 

   "No, no, I don't." 

   "You don't have to be shy, Mi-Mi." 

   "I don't like you."

   "Shhhh, it's okay, baby gorl," They flirt, winking at me while their index finger covers their lips, looking me up and down.   

   Yup, 13th reason why indeed.  

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   When we get to class, I'm met with a horrifying sight. My entire dorm hall, minus Akira, is sitting together in the back row. 

   "Over here, you two!" Haru yells out, waving us over.

   I watch them in exhaustion, jaw practically on the floor. Not only do I have to live with them, but I also have to tolerate them during class too.

   Ayame skips over, grabbing me by the hem of the shirt, "Let's go, bestie!" They exclaim as I let out a low groan. 

   I sit in the very back row with Sato to my left and Ayame to his left. In the row in front and slightly below us, Hanako and Haru sit.