archives

chapter 27

Nagito's POV

The sound of a ringing phone echos through my ears as I lay in my bed, still somewhat asleep. I pull my pillow over my head in hopes of drowning out the sound, but it doesn't seem to help. So I force myself out of bed and groggily rub my eyes with the back of my hand. I sit on my bed for a couple of minutes in order to let my body wake itself up. But the constant ringing continues to echo through my dorm.

"Holy fuck, I'm up. I'm getting up. Just please shut up." I say, forcing myself to walk towards my phone and answer the call.

"What the fuck do you want" I ask out of instinct.

"Excuse me?", A ladies voice answers in a questionable tone.

"Wait who is this?"

"Your college course planner. Is this Nagito Komaeda?"

Oh shit.

"I am so incredibly sorry for my rudeness, and yes I'm Nagito." I reply, my tone instantly shifting.

"Hah no worries, my apologies for calling so early on a weekend, but I'm afraid that you haven't picked out any of your courses for the next semester starting tomorrow."

I go dead silent as the realization sets in.

How could've I forgotten to pick my courses? For such an important thing nonetheless.

"When exactly is the deadline to submit my courses?" I ask hesitantly.

"Today at 3 pm. You should have received an email with a link regarding the course submission page. If you don't pick out any new courses, you will have to continue taking the ones from last semester." the lady explains.

"I understand. Again, I am so sorry for my language earlier. I'll make sure to submit them today. Thank you."

"No worries." I hear her say as she hangs up the phone.

I check the time nervously, and to my relief it's only around 9. Which is much too early for my liking, but I begin to boil some water and scroll through the list of classes anyway.

After pouring myself a cup of warm matcha, I swiftly pick my classes and click submit.

"Who knew that they care so much as to have people call you at 9 am about stupid classes.." I say to myself, scrolling through Instagram and other apps.

After half an hour passes, I plan to lay back in bed and fall back asleep, but as I get up, I begin to feel dizzy and the room begins to sway. So I decide to find a cafe to eat.

I swiftly dress up in casual clothing and head out. It's the beginning of January, so the weather still seems to be as cold as ever. Although I don't mind it much since I'm always cold. The streets are practically empty, other than the casual business men on the sidewalk. And as I watch them walk by with their leather suitcases and over-the-shoulder bags, I think of how much it must suck to go to work on a Sunday. Luckily I'm still a student, and I'd want it to stay that way for as long as possible.

I quickly get lost in my thoughts as I walk, and right before I know it I'm in front of the coffee shop.

I step in and instantly feel the blare of hot air blow against my face. The atmosphere is cozy as it always is in the morning, and I look around to spot a place to sit. I set down my jacket on a wooden chair and head up to order.

"Hello, What can I get for you this morning?" the barista asks with a gentle smile.

I rethink my order for a bit, and decide on a plain bagel with cream cheese.