It was very early in the morning. Too early. Y/n went to sleep right after dinner and got back up with 7 hours of sleep.
There was no sun or moon, and the sky was firmly stuck in a dark blue limbo. Y/n moved around his house mechanically: he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and prepared his bag for school.
His anatomy had completely changed; every calculation was biological. He didn't waste any time leaving for school. It was more than 2 hours before school actually began, but Y/n didn't pay any mind.
He slowly plodded through the narrow streets and felt the walls slowly constrict around him. But the neighborhood seemed to be unchanging in Y/n's presence.
Wind occasionally stopped by to coldly greet Y/n with a shiver, and the dim streetlights guided him throughout the city.
Once Y/n reached school, he searched the hallways of the school since he found nothing better to do. He passed by his own classes, classes he had never been to, rooms that weren't used, and the bathrooms. He felt like a part of the school as he traveled through its veins. But he also felt like nothing—weightless and hollow. There was no peace in it, though. Instead, the emptiness gnawed at his stomach like an eternal hunger.
"Wow," was all that Y/n could think.
He had truly discovered rock bottom, and he was ashamed.
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"Y/n, please pay attention."
Y/n was scribbling lines in his English book thoughtlessly, and the English teacher's request took a while to process.
"Sorry," he put down his pencil.
There was a quiet snickering that Y/n swore he heard, but when he looked around the class, everyone seemed to not even know that he existed.
As the teacher droned on and on, Y/n blankly stared at the whiteboard in the front of the class. Do objects have feelings? he randomly thought.
Y/n spent the next hour deep within his mind wondering what had started the butterflies in his stomach when he first saw Shikimori.
She looks cute, she's kind, she's friendly, she can defend herself... he listed reasons in his mind.
...she likes my art, she talks to me even if I don't start the conversation...
Once the class ended Y/n had 100 reasons why Shikimori was amazing. "I'm so stupid." Y/n would conclude his list.
Y/n continued his mechanical march to his next classroom, which he absolutely dreaded.
It was one of the classes he had with Shikimori.
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The Way of the Fanboy (Male Reader x Shikimori)
Fanfiction(Y/n) is tough and rash, everything that Izumi isn't. The only similarity between them is that they like Shikimori, and in that race, Izumi has won. The characters are not mine and belong to the Author of Shikimori is not just a Cutie, unless otherw...
