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ㅤHave you ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed and you'll realize that today just was not your day?
Well, it was what Matsumuri Akito was now feeling. That today was NOT just his DAY.
No---considering the start of events ever since the day before, we could simply say that it was not just his week. A week of... unluckiness(?), anyway he was considering that, jussst not a week that starts on Sunday.
He feels shitty, to say the least.
So yeah, back to the topic. Last night was just the worst, the absolute worse he says even if he excludes 'the talk' with Suga---he could feel his spine tingle from that nightmare---on his list of the worst things that happen last night.
He couldn't get an ounce of rest that evening.
Daichi didn't let Akito get off the hook easily and made him come to the training camp facility even when his house was just in the neighborhood, made him help dinner for the evening, the team suddenly approached him and demanded an explanation (and he didn't want to mention anything about that. At. All. Again), and the most of all because of the sudden shouting waking him up from his slumber, and to top it with a cherry, Nishinoya and Tanaka barged inside the shared room of them, third-years, to sneak inside his futon. It wouldn't be a problem though if the two were peaceful sleepers.
Akito simply grimaced and rub his cheek that was slightly swelling from Noya's sudden kick last night.
Remind him of not letting the two sleep with him ever again.
Anyways, today was also the worst. He was currently running after Hinata. Akito was tired as fuck already because of the warm up's that Daichi doubled as his punishment. And the tangerine kid was not helping at all.
"Oi! Shrimpy! Where are ya?!" And now he lost sight of the kid.
He sat in defeat. I give up.
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Fanfiction"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...