𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 || ᵈᵃᵇⁱ

4 ; an amazingly shitty day

          You know, you really shouldn't have been awake at this hour of the day.

          You didn't know what ungodly curse forced you awake, but the one thing you're sure of is that you wouldn't be passing back out anytime soon. It was funny, really, how hard it was to keep your eyes open yet any hint of falling asleep was out the window. It felt like lifting weights with your eyelids, and you were honestly surprised to have heard anything while you were stuck in that dazed morning state.

          Muffled voices laughed from no doubt the kitchen, the blanket clutched around your shoulders not doing much to block it out. Oh well, no point wallowing over nothing.

          You eventually managed to force yourself out of bed, grabbing your phone on the way out the door. You checked the time, but were honestly too embarrassed with yourself to admit that you missed it despite looking at the numbers dead-on. Did that say six or seven?

          There was a collective turning of heads when your door swung open, before the cheery atmosphere continued right on. "Y/N! Illegal seeing you awake at this time," Came the distinctly, almost gravelly voice of your upstairs neighbor. You grumbled a good morning in response, moving past him as you go to wash your face and gargle by the sink. "Tell me about it." You suppress a yawn, walking back to nearly collapse onto the stool beside him.

          "We didn't wake you, did we?" There was a playfulness in Nejire's voice that you barely recognized, and if you didn't know her for as long as you did you probably wouldn't have seen it past the worried look. You shook your head, a wave of your hand as you dismissed such accusation and continued blinking away the last remnants of sleep. "It's fine, it's fine. I have some extra work I need to catch up on, anyway."

          "Oh yeah, you're in that fashion school thing, right?" You nodded in a daze, mind still very much tethering on the brink of unconsciousness while your stomach grumbled for any sort of food. "Say, got any clothes that might fit me?"

          "If you pay me, probably." He threw his head back in laughter, dark purple hair matching that of his younger sister. Younger sister, who, you weren't sure where as of now, but you didn't ask. "Oi, stop slacking off you prune, don't you have work?" Yuyu came into view, not even noticing the girl had been involved in this ordeal since earlier. She leaned on the counter closest to the door out of the apartment with a cup of tea haphazardly held in her hand, a giggling Nejire leaning on the kitchen island with a similar cup.

          "I would, if someone could hurry up!" Midway through the sentence he turned his head towards the open window that led to the fire escape, as though wanting a specific someone to hear his woes. She probably did, but from the lack of response it was obvious she didn't care enough.

          "I swear, it's a miracle that girl is never late." He shakes his head, going to grab his cup of coffee before being met with nothing but the cold counter in front of him. He raises a brow in confusion, turning to you on his left before he scrunches his face. "Seriously?"

          "It's my cup," You grumble, having finished what remained of the drink in one big gulp as you set it in front of you, newly empty. "No, not that, it's just I've never seen you drink coffee before."

          "Shocker."

          There was a loud clattering from behind, neither one of you having to turn to know who it was. "Hey guys!"

          A collective chorus of greetings resounded back, sounds of the blond's clumsy doings enough to liven up the entirety of Long Island City. "What's up nerd, where's Kyoka?"