paper boats | kentaro kyotani x reader

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today is my first day at aoba johsai and i'm a nervous wreck. i don't have much experience in the "friends" department. but then again, i never really have.

i've always been kinda off to the side. i've had a few friends here and there, but we all drifted apart. especially after i left school.

it doesn't help that i don't really leave either.

i usually spent my time at home, with the occasional trips to the store when shoda couldn't. i try my best to visit the beach a few times each month too. mom loved it there.

the clear blue water, coarse white sand. she especially loved when the light from the moon reflected down on the water. she always told me people took things like this for granted, all the ways the world could be beautiful. she was always positive like that.

even on her deathbed. even with her pale, dry skin. even with her sunken eyes. her chapped lips. her frail body. she always had a smile on her face.

but enough reminiscing. it's time to get ready.

i heard a knock at my door, followed by shoda clearing his throat. "y/n, it's time for school."

i sat up and stretched. i let out a yawn, letting him know i'm awake.

shoda is my step-father. he and mom got married when i was 10. it's been about 6 years since then.

even after all the time we've spent around each other, we're not that close. it's not that i don't like him, he's actually really nice and seems to genuinely care about me.

it just feels weird trying to be buddy-buddy with your mom's widower. i'm happy she picked him though. i don't know any men that would take in his dead wife's kid.

i leaned to the side, turning off the star projector i use to help me sleep. childish, i know. but i think it's comforting too.

i lazily walked over to my desk where i had my uniform neatly folded. i let out another yawn — not as loud as the previous one — before walking to the bathroom.

when i finished getting ready i went downstairs and saw shoda reading the newspaper.

"good morning, y/n. are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, looking up at me from his seat.

"mhm. it's about time i get over it" i said while grabbing a bottle of water to put in my bag.

he nodded his head in understanding. "your breakfast is over there. and i left you some money for lunch. i have to head to work. text me if you need anything, okay?"

"okay, thank you."

he closed the door and i turned, grabbing the food he made me.

when i finished eating i walked back up to my room, grabbing different colored paper to put in my bag. i stopped halfway down the stairs and started walking back up.

i made my way to the door at the end of the hall. mom's arts and crafts room.

i go in there sometimes. usually when i miss her. or when i need someone to talk to. she was always a good listener. even more so now i guess.

i turned the knob to the right, lightly pushing my way inside. i look around at all the furniture she had. there's a couch in the middle of one of the walls. there's a big white desk in the corner near the window, complementing the brown walls. she liked the brown because it's neutral, so she'd be able to cover it with whatever paintings or pictures she wanted.