SLEEPING AT LAST | bajifuyu

three

Chifuyu never felt this well rested for years, considering it a foreign feeling of haze. Throbbing in his head is no longer present, and clarity sweeps in every fiber of his body. For the first time, Chifuyu feels light.

"That was fast," a voice said behind him, "I thought you're going to sleep for hours." looking back, Chifuyu's eyes widen like saucers. Staying true to his words, Baji is still sitting a few feet away from him.

"It's only been 10 minutes and-"

"How come you're still here?" he asked, surprised that this weird man put up with him.

"Me? Well, I was writing my friend a letter. Do you want to see it?" the man before him said, obviously turning a deaf ear to the blonde's question. Chifuyu ponders with what could be Baji's business is because his eccentricity annoys the hell out of him.

"Can you answer my question-" interrupted again, his face drowns in the crippled paper of the weird lad. Chifuyu throws it away, ready to shout curses to the man. However, he stood still when he saw the genuine expression displayed on Baji's features.

"I'm writing for my friend," Baji muttered, "If I were to ask, he's my ride or die," smiling at Chifuyu. Baffled by what the fuck Baji is spouting, he could only listen.

"He's not dead, of course," He laughed, standing up to take the thrown-away paper. "I just want him to know how I am doing,"

Chifuyu huffed a sigh, scratching the back of his head. He doesn't know what to do with Baji's weirdness, so he might as well deal with it as gratitude for staying with his sleep-deprived ass.

"Your letter," Chifuyu trailed, "I saw you misspelled some words. Let me see and fix it," he said, offering his help to the glasses lad.

The black haired man's face plastered confusion, "Did I? I know I was doing so well."

The blonde decided to walk up to the man and took the paper from him. He went back to his original position, looking at the letter. Chifuyu could swear he almost faint at the errors, even the handwriting did not help. Is this Baji dumber than he thought or what?

How can a second-year mess up this much? he thought,

"You, come here and look at your mistakes," Chifuyu ordered, and Baji immediately complied with the younger. Baji's eagerness radiates off him, and the latter pays no heed to it.

"You see this?" pointing a character to which Baji nods, "This is not how you write tora. You write it like this." Chifuyu instructed, skilfully showing him the Kanji character.

Baji tried imitating it, and the two began fixing the letter. The whole time they spent writing, Chifuyu couldn't help but admire Baji's eagerness. His mind runs with questions as to who this Tora is and where he is right now. His eyes continue to observe baji's calloused hands, mindlessly looking at his careless attempt of writing the characters.

Why am I even invested in this person's business, Chifuyu thought. He mentally shoos his thoughts away, awkward about how the man suddenly bugs him.

"Here, is it okay now?" Baji asked, giving his paper for any revisions. Chifuyu took it from his hands and examined the letter. Surprised, he smiled and gave it back.

"So far, so good. You can probably send it to your friend now," he stated, and he did not miss how Baji's features lit up. He could swear he saw the sun, eye to eye.

"Really? Man, I'm excited to send this to Kazu."

"It must be a relief for him to see how much your writing improves," Chifuyu whispered, looking away from the literal sunshine beside him.

"Thanks, Chifuyu! You're a great help. I'll be going now!" he said while the bell rings indicating the end of an hour and a half lunchtime. Before the blonde could say anything, Baji's back turned to him, immediately dismissing the his presence.

Once again, Chifuyu could only sigh and walk to go back to his classes.

By the time he made it to his classroom, the class was rowdier than usual. Rumors from left to right, constant bantering, and flying papers revolve around the room. Confused, Chifuyu makes his way to his seat. He wonders what could be the cause responsible for this chaos.

"There you are, Chifuyu!" one of his classmates, and almost everyone's attention went to look at him. This sudden action caught him off-guard, thinking that he did not cause any fighting at the moment.

The silence almost killed him, but then they immediately tackled him. Bombarding him with questions about a certain black-haired man. Chifuyu could only pick up few words from the interrogating crowd, so he shouts as loud as he can. The crowd's rowdiness went to a halt, intimidated with him since he's a delinquent after all.

"What the fuck do you want?" he questioned, evident annoyance in his voice.

"We saw you came from the rooftop, the same place the rumored guy went," his classmate uttered in fear, "So, did you talk to him?"

"Who the fuck is the rumored guy?" Chifuyu continued, mind still filled with confusion. One classmate made an attempt to get close to him, probably whispering his answer.

"Baji Keisuke, the one who came from the juvenile."