Bound To Him | ✔️

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~Katya's POV~

On Monday morning, I found myself waking up at seven AM to start my first day of college, not necessarily because I wanted to but rather because I was too anxious to sleep any longer. My first class didn't technically start until nine AM, if I recalled correctly.

I decided to take a shower after I laid in bed for about twenty minutes, letting the water heat up while I brushed my teeth. Spitting out the mouthwash that I had been gargling, I grabbed my hairbrush and began to brush out the long, slightly tangled strands of my red hair. Although my naturally red hair was something that I liked simply because I got compliments on its color and length so often, as it fell to my lower back, I did sometimes get frustrated at how easily tangled it got.

Finishing brushing out my hair, I set my brush down and washed my face, glad to see when I looked in the mirror that my skin didn't look too bad today. I'd been having rather clear skin this past week, thankfully.

The mirror began to fog up when the water was finally hot enough, so I stepped into the shower and stayed in until I felt clean before I hopped out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. I wandered into my bedroom, not bothering to put on any undergarments before I sat down at my vanity table to begin putting on makeup. Though, truthfully, I didn't wear very much of it. Generally, I only filled in my brows and swiped on a little bit of mascara since my lashes weren't dark, thanks to my red hair.

As I finished the last swipe of mascara, I glanced up at myself in the mirror, meeting my blue-grey eyes in the reflection, and smiled. I grabbed a lip-balm and dabbed some onto my full lips before I set it back in the drawer I'd gotten it out of, standing from my chair to walk over to the storage container by my closet door. I grabbed a pair of undergarments and quickly put them on, heading into my closet afterwards to find an outfit to wear.

For a minute I looked through all my clothes, eventually picking out a white shirt with short sleeves that I decided to wear with a black high-waisted skirt that stopped a little below my breasts and had thin straps that went up and tied at my shoulders. It looked a little more like a dress, honestly. Then, I grabbed my black converse and slid my feet into them after pulling on a pair of socks, heading into the bathroom to brush my hair out once I was done. I spritzed a little perfume on myself and grabbed the backpack I had bought myself to bring to classes, slipping my phone into it.

I opened the front door and heaved out a quiet breath before I stepped outside, trying to brace myself for the day ahead.

**

The first thing I thought as I stepped into the University, my eyes traveling around the large crowds of people, was that it had really good air-conditioning in here. I wandered around for a few minutes, just familiarizing myself with the large campus while I had time before my first class, which started in ten minutes.

Of course, though, those ten minutes eventually came to an end and I had to head off to my English class, which I was actually glad was my first one of the day. The last thing I would've wanted is starting my day doing math.

I made my way to the class, feeling a little bit relieved that I hadn't arrived last as I walked in and hesitantly walked to the very back, where almost nobody sat. The desks were all rather short and only had five seats to each one, so I took the chair closest to me. As I sat down, I noticed that the seat on the other end of the table I'd picked was taken by a man with dark blue hair, and he looked to be asleep so I didn't say anything to him. I just quietly looped my bag around the back of my chair and sat my hands in my lap, fiddling with my fingers to pass the time. It seemed I'd gotten here earlier than I thought, seeing as the class hadn't yet begun.

More and more students filed their way into the room as the minutes ticked by, though not a single one of them sat in the seats between me and the guy at the other end of the table. I didn't mind it, really, because it made it easier for me to relax. Sitting close to unfamiliar people made me feel jittery and on edge, though I never really showed it.

Just as I thought I would be lucky enough to not have to sit close to anyone in this class, three people walked through the door with one another. I didn't really pay them much attention at first, not until a girl that entered with the other two guys came rushing towards the table with her eyes locked on the chairs, as if someone else was about to pop out and steal the open spots. "Ichi!" The girl called excitedly, her dark eyes flicking to the boy with the dark blue hair. His head snapped up and he looked around tiredly, letting me get a glimpse of his face, which caused me to realize that the two of them must've been related. They had a few noticeable similarities, such as their nose shapes and lip shapes—even their eyebrows were practically the same.

The girl reached the table first and sat down next to her presumed brother, setting a raggedy looking blue bag on top of the table before her. "Have you been here the entire time? I couldn't find you." She spoke to him with a soft laugh and I tuned them out, not wanting to eavesdrop.

One of the boys that had entered behind her sat down beside her and pushed one of the braids hanging in his face out of his eye, leaving only the seat beside me open. I pursed my lips uncomfortably and didn't bother looking when the last person sat beside me, this man being the tallest of them all. He was broad too, so it was incredibly hard not to notice his presence. Still, I tried my best not to, leaning myself into the table as the professor walked into the classroom and took a seat at the front of the room, not saying anything to any of us.

It didn't take long before the professor went and shut the classroom door, glancing out at the filled seats the students sat in as he returned to his desk. He gave us all a friendly smile and introduced himself as Professor Wiggins, which I thought was an interesting last name, and then began to instruct us on the basics of the class and what today would consist of for us. I listened intently as he spoke, or at least I tried to, but the two siblings and the guy with the cornrow braids were talking in failed whispers. They were being so loud that I could hear every word they were saying, making me clench my jaw and attempt to focus. Yet when twenty minutes passed by and they were still chatting, I was about ready to slam my head against the table. They clearly had no idea how to whisper.

I shook my head to myself as the class ended after around an hour, standing from my seat and looping my backpack over one shoulder. A little bit irritated, I left the class, reminding myself not to sit near them again.