The entire room was caving in.
Or at least that's what my throbbing head told me. The sun had not shown up yet indicating early morning. I got up from my bed, trapping myself in a blanket with squinted eyes, groping around the dark room to avoid tripping on anything.
I paused for a second and sneezed, followed by a hoarse cough. I groaned and opened the window. A cool breeze punched me in the face, barren of any elegance. I shivered and sneezed again.
Immediately closing the windows, I slowly made my way downstairs without falling. Yay.
The sound of muffled vibrations resonated inside the quiet room. I must've left in here last night. I checked my phone and scrolled through twelve unread messages and 16 missed calls. They were all from Kenma.
Nyanma ⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ - 12: 43 a.m
(F/n)?
Did you get back safely?
-1: 08 a.m
(F/n)..?
-1: 27 a.m
...
-1: 30 a.m
Hey..
Are you alright?
Where are you?
-1: 36 a.m
Why won't you answer my calls?
Oh..
You must be sleeping.
Good night.
-1: 37 a.m
I mean, good morning.
A smile made its way to my face while reading the messages.
(N/n) - 5: 13 a.m
Good morning!
I got back safely yesterday,
thanks for worrying ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ
Nyanma ⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ - 5: 14 a.m
Oh. So you were asleep.
(N/n)
Wait, you're still awake?
Nyanma ⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎
No, I just woke up when you messaged me.
(N/n)
Now I feel bad for waking you up.
You should go back to sleep.
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Fanfiction(Y/n) starts her new life in Tokyo in an attempt to forget her.. eventful past. Keep socializing to a minimum and study. Basically, just be the complete opposite of what she was in the past. Those were her only goals. You wanted this year to pass a...
