𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧.

Here We Go Again.

5:03 a.m.

You stare at the time on your bed-side clock.

You had gotten absolutely no sleep; you had prepared for the first day of school as a third-year; had ran several home errands; and on top of that- of course. The daily late-night shenanigans.
You had come home at approximately 4:10 a.m. - took a bath, and are laying on your bed right now. If only you could sleep.

You can't though. Why?

Because your school starts at 8:00 a.m. AND? the reporting time is by 7 - 7:30 for no apparent reason. And it's a strict rule too.

...You really shouldn't have taken an elite high-school choice. 7 - 7:30. Seriously?! That's too early, dammit!
And thus, for that reason, you have no choice but to get up at 5 a.m. or an occasional 5:30 a.m. daily because the school is a half-an hour walk away from where you live. You have to get ready, make breakfast, prepare the bentos and run through a certain flower shop everyday.

It takes more time and effort than you think!

Worse; When Volleyball club starts, You will have to be by the school gym by the ass-crack of dawn because you're the new captain. And if that isn't bad? You have to give an analysis report every month tracking all of your team-mates' growth! You have to find a manager soon. Or you're gonna die of exhaustion.

Welp.

....Well, You can't waste anymore time.

Sighing and grunting yourself off of bed, you sit for a moment to compose yourself, before moving towards the bathroom.

Brushing your teeth; washing your face, combing your hair- ya know? The normal daily rituals.

Finishing and moving to your room, you open your closet and take out the school uniform- The prestigious title of 'Teikoku High' embedded on it. Taking it out of the vacuumed bag it was in, you look proudly at your school's badass black-uniform.

You love your school. The uniforms look fucking badass. I mean it is a whole ass tuxedo after all! They give off the vibes of power and authority ; your school's main base motto.

Putting on the uniform, you stare at the time. 5:33 a.m. already? Damn. You have to make breakfast.

Buttoning up the last button for your uniform, you put on some sun-screen; moisturizer- just light skin-care. Oh- Along with some concealer too. You have to hide your eye-bags. Lastly, putting your hair in [desired hair-style], you get out of your room with your phone, air-pods and bag.

You quickly move to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, you looked through the possible ingredients available for a breakfast. Hmm.. Eggs? Ok. Sausages. Bread--and butter.

Eh. Quick, easy and delicious. Let's get into it.

You put the bread in the toaster, make some scrambled eggs and cooked the sausages a little bit. You vaguely remember your 12 chilled latte's you brought from the store last evening, and decided for it as your drink for today. You don't have the patience to prepare a cup of tea or coffee right now.

But you desperately need caffeine.

Chowing down on the simple yet delicious breakfast, you look at the time- 6:01 a.m.

....You know what? You've got time.

A sudden noise startles your attention towards the direction of your aunts' bedroom. The fuck is tha-

...Oh.
It's just one of those stupid nosy curses- no need to worry at all. Just a small shoot of cursed energy and they are dead.

Making finger guns you aim at the curse and-