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"Do you realize I'm the man and I'm in my prime, yeah?"
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I'd be lying if I said today didn't faze me at all. I could act like it doesn't, sure, but I'm definitely regretting this. Fuck me and my stupid pride.
I've been sitting in bed motionlessly for at least ten minutes. I sighed and reached over for my black flip phone to take a glance at the time.
10:05
I sighed, finally getting up and deciding to just face reality. Today can either make or break me. I just hoped that it'd be the former.
I threw my duvet off me and slid out of bed. I wonder who's gonna be there to watch? I'm just praying that there's a small audience.
Within around about 30 seconds, I made my bed. I guess being under severe pressure catalyses everything you do...
There was also a door right next to my desk. I figured it was a toilet. How the hell did I not notice that? I genuinely thought we had community bathrooms here.
I went to my freshly organised closet, pulling out a towel that rested on a pile of many. My sights then set on my uniform box.
I sent a personalised request for my uniform.
Guess I'll see it when I need it.
I pulled out a fresh bra and underwear. Under my desk was a bag full of shower necessities. I picked it up and carried it to the bathroom with me.
It was fairly spacious. In Paris, we had to use community showers if needed. I started the shower and waited for the water to heat up.
30 MINUTES LATER
Not too long later, I was brushing my teeth, a towel wrapped around my torso. My next move was drying my hair, which I had done relatively quickly, sat on the floor with my legs crossed. I tossed the clothes I had just taken off in the washing machine, which was conveniently in my bathroom.
It was like a mini apartment. I liked it.
I walked back into my room and slid my towel off. I quickly put my bra on and my matching underwear set. Then, I decided to take a look at how my uniform came out.
I opened up the box. All I could really see was black fabric and a gold button with the Tokyo Jujutsu emblem carved into it.
I pulled the clothes out. It consisted of a black, fitted skirt and a matching fitted top. Alongside it, was a cape. Cliche superhero stereotypes aside, it was actually really fitting. The cape fell just at my lower back. It had the two gold jujutsu emblems on both my shoulder's to fasten the fabric to my top.
