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It was the part you dread the most: waking up and going to school. You lay in your bed comfortably engulfed with warmth emitted from your blanket. You just wanted to stay home and skip, but being the academic validation fanatic you were, you settled to go to school. Plus, you skipped the boys' morning practice and you thought that was more than enough.
Now part of the reason you didn't feel too ecstatic about going to school was that you'd have to encounter Aito. But also due to the fact you felt ashamed for blowing up at Matsukawa, mainly blowing up at him in front of the team. You had said harsh things, particularly the last bit. At the same time, you felt no pity. You felt every single word you expressed, so you had no reason to feel bad or ashamed. Plus, in your head, you had felt what he conveyed was much more intense than what you said.
Muttering curses to yourself, you begrudgingly get out of bed stretching your stiff muscles, making your way towards the bathroom adjacent to your room. Switching on the light you glance at the mirror seeing your disheveled look, making a sour face upon seeing yourself.
I look like pure shit right now, is all you thought, examining yourself.
You decided that the current look you had was not it and went straight to work fixing yourself up. Doing your usual routine brushing your teeth, doing your face routine– you understand the point, just doing what you quite often do in the morning. After getting ready you spray yourself with a light mist of perfume. Flattening out your uniform you look in the mirror deeming yourself satisfied with how you cleaned yourself up.
