Beta's Fragrance [ MxM ]

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A/N: TW!

I CAN'T HELP but to yawn while walking through the School's hallway. I got home pretty late earlier after work.

And no sleep again last night as well.

I felt my phone vibrates in my pocket. It's a message from Riss. He said he can't attend the half classes for today. But he'll be here after lunch.

I didn't ask him why because it must be important. So I just sent a like emoji.

I walked to my assigned room for this morning.

When I got here, I sat on my seat and just wait for the class to start.

I focused my gaze at the window. It's much more peaceful than listening to the chatting noises from my classmates.

Minutes later, my phone vibrates again.

Thinking it's Riss again, I took my phone out.

I stilled when I saw a different number.

'Don't be late.'

How many days has its been? Or weeks?

It vibrates again, and another message came.

'Good morning, by the way.'

My chest throbbed, and I almost gasped.

What the hell..

Repeatedly reading his messages, until our professor arrived.

Focusing on the discussion became hard. My thoughts are just full of those messages.

Why's he messaging this time? I thought he wouldn't pester me anymore. He haven't contacted me from that day until now anyway.

I was sure.. that I wouldn't let myself involved with him anymore. I was so sure.

And what does he mean by the first message?

Riss words from before mixed with my thoughts. Now I can't totally calm down.

Why.. why now?

I don't know if I even listen on the remaining classes, because I've heard the bell rang when I came back to my senses. It's lunch time already.

I took a deep breath. What am I doing right now. I shouldn't think about it further.

I stood up. I'll wait for Riss in the cafeteria.

"Hey watch out!!!-"

A sudden ball flew towards me, or rather on my face. It was fast, but my hand was faster.

Though the strong impact from it creates a loud sound.

"I'm sorry!" A guy went on my direction. He must be the owner of this thing. "Dang. That was pretty loud."

I handed him the ball. "... It's fine."

I heard him gasped when he saw my bare hand. The skin between the thumb and index got scratched.

Well, it's bleeding.

"I-I'm sorry!" He panicked. "W-What should I do!"

It stings. But "It's fine. There's a clinic here. Don't overact."

"B-But-"

I nodded before leaving the classroom. I don't want to be watched by a crowd of students there. It's not a big deal anyway.

Entering the clinic, would be my first time. I haven't got here before afterall.

There's no one here, apparently. Where's the nurse?