"𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨? 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙."
Sleep is life, it was Matsumuri Akito's famous catchphrase whenever someone asks the droopy-eyed male on why he kept sleeping almost all the time.
A third year...
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"I'm dead."
Haruno simply gave his friend a look. "Stop being dramatic. What happened anyway?"
A groan escaped from Akito's lips as he buried his head even deeper into his makeshift pillow, too tired to talk or move. "Daichi's gonna murder me later..." he grumbled under his breath. Unfortunately for him, the blonde who he call as his friend heard him and burst into laughter.
Akito tilted his head, glaring at the person beside him. "Urusai..."
He was already exhausted, and this person dared to laugh at his misery. How dare he. Such impertinence.
Yesterday, Akito had followed his usual routine: go home early, buy pudding, and sleep early. Everything was almost perfect if only his forgetful ass hadn't gotten the best of him.
So, what is the problem right now?
He had completely forgotten to go to the gym yesterday.
And now Daichi was going to come and find him and KILL him.
He paled at the thought.
His head slumped back once more, ready to take off towards dreamland and forget his current worries. Maybe he was still dreaming...? Yeah, no. How could he even try and confuse dreams from realities.
