Most Unfortunate - Daichi X Reader

PART TEN: Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say

Can't I just pull a sicky?

Nausea from anxiety is a kind of sick.

Right?...

Ever since this morning when I dragged myself out of the comfort of my own bed, I've loathed every step I took. Not because I'm going to school.

No. It's not that at all, though I really don't like maths. But it's something entirely different.

It's after school really that's the issue.

I feel my stomach churn when I read the note. 'Tomorrow, at my place after school?' In his perfect penmanship.

How could I say no? and it's not that big of a deal, it's just to study!

So why do I feel so nervous? 

I am broken out of my thoughts as I feel a tap on my shoulder, looking up I see Kiyoko. "Oh, sorry did you say something?" I say mentally shaking my anxious fog away, or trying to.

She tilted her head. "Yes, class is finished, it's now lunchtime." She said matter-of-factly. A small smile played on her lips, my face must have said it all. "You weren't paying attention in class were you." She spoke, sitting in the desk chair next to mine.

I let out a defeated sigh, slamming my face on the table with a groan.

I'm bloody hopeless.

Of all classes I let my mind wander off in, I really can't afford to fall behind even more in maths, not after Kiyoko worked so hard to help me catch up. "Sorry, my head is just somewhere else today I guess." I mumble out, my words jumbling together with my face still flat against the bench.

I felt a soft pat on my head, Kiyoko gently stroking my hair. That feels nice...

I could go to sleep like this.

"Have you had troubles sleeping again?" her voice is as soft as her touch.

Letting out a hum in response. "I think the correct way of saying it is, do you STILL have trouble sleeping. And yes."

"How many hours?" I don't want to answer her, knowing full well I'll get an earful of complaints.

"Not enough." I mumble back, feeling my exhausted body succumb to the soothing touches of my newly labelled, Best Friend. I let out a content sigh sinking further into a sleepy state.

My head feels a sudden coldness as she removes her hand, I let out a dissatisfied grumble.

"You rest for a bit okay, I'll wake you up before classes." She says as I hear a bag zipper opening, then the click of plastic as a delicious smell wafts past my nose.

"Hmm, that smlls goood~" I slur drowsily. The nice smell of food and the warmth of the sun peeking through the window set me off to dreamland, all I can hear is muttering as I take a much-needed snooze.

*DAICHI'S POV*

I feel the gradual headache building, pinching my nose to try and relieve the aching of the unwanted stress. Hinata and Kagayama were harassing me about trying this new quick attack, but it will take too much time out of the training schedule for the whole team. It's just not practical.

"Hey Daichi, you okay?" Suga questions as he re-emerges from the cafeteria, lunch in hand.

Nodding I wave his question off. "I'm fine, it's Hinata and Kagayama that's the issue. They want special treatment in training, but the attention they want will put the rest of the team's development training at-risk... we just don't have enough hands to support everyone's individual needs." I trail off, ranting.