Our Symphonies | satosere

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「 twenty-seven 」

"Serena, are you okay?"

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Another TMI about Drunk Serena: she doesn't hold back tears no matter what the issue is, and that's just what I did after I was alone in my room last night: I cried.

That explained my puffy eyes and Koharu's genuinely concerned Serena, are you okay? this morning at the school gates. It seemed too much to respond her with Oh I just got drunk and broke down after arguing with my just-engaged sister, nothing much, So I had shaken my head and shrugged off her frown with, "Late night schoolwork, you know."

Koharu and I were seated next to each other for Mathematics, and as Professor Oak chalked out the straightest (were lines even supposed to be that straight? Holy shit), graph on the blackboard, I balanced a pen in between my lips and nose.

"I'm convinced that he's the one who draws those white lines on the road."

Koharu snorted her chuckle at my comment, amused. "You can bet on that."

Professor Oak sure was a skilled teacher: his handwriting like solid pearls and calculation speed unmatched. But more efforts meant more time, and with his back towards the classroom and three-quarters of the students scrolling through their devices, it was getting hard to stay attentive.

"My head is aching." I whispered to Koharu after a while. Although the pain was lesser than this morning - and shit, last night - I still wasn't having a great time at the moment. Hangovers suck ass.

She halted her pencil strokes on the Manga sheet beneath the desk and looked up (She knows that I know about her Manga Artist dream), and blinked three times at me. "Is it that bad?"

Hell to the yes it is. I nodded, now scrunching my face in a stressed expression as well. Dehydration makes hangovers way worse, and I don't remember drinking even a single glass of water since last night. That was a plus point.

Koharu appeared concerned, tossing away her pencil and eraser as she kept her elbows over the desk, frowning at the blackboard. "You should go to the infirmary in that case," She suggested, softly, so that Professor Oak couldn't hear it. "I'll text you the classwork later."

Sending her a grateful smile laced with a thank you so much, I pushed my chair and got up with a jerk, strolling up to the Professor, manifesting that he won't turn down my request so that I can be on my merry way and -

"All right." Was Professor Oak's curt response, and my steps were lighter than my head the second I exited the classroom.

Corridors were eerily silent (except for the occasional banging desks and did everyone get it? screams from teachers),
maybe because it was still the first period. And that was advantageous, I could just ditch the way to infirmary and roam around for a bit.

Thus, instead of climbing the stairs for the first floor, I took the opposite turn and stopped by the music room. A teacher passed by so I just stood there for a moment, bowed in her direction, before scrambling inside and releasing a breath.

May and Ash were sitting at the window sill with a newspaper in hand, they both appeared stressful by skimming through whatever was in there, especially Ash, and hardly even noticed my arrival.

"Morning," It was less of a greeting and more of a question that I asked, slicing through the silence. My headache further propagated, but I went on as they ultimately looked up, their faces washed in sunlight. "What you guys got there?"