The Bittersweet Taste of Dopamine

Chapter 2: Questions

A/N: Heya, guys and gals! Last chapter I really didn't give an explanation on why the fu- Sakuta has a phone. If you didn't see, my previous author's note had the phrase, "This may or may not follow the original lore," hence, the only reason why Sakuta has a phone. Sorry for the confusion. That's all for Mr. Kamiki. Enjoy!!
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05-15-23
Y/N's House
4AM
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Yet another day where I suddenly wake up earlier than usual. Though I am kinda surprised that this is happening, the time that it takes me to get to school still doesn't change, as so as my teachers' expectations.

"Ugh... I hate this..." I stood up from my bed and walked down into the kitchen to whip up something edible.

"Alright, what to cook, what to cook." I ended up just grabbing eggs and made an omelette.

"Looks good, I guess." I took the first bite and sure enough, I forgot to season it.

"And this is why I'm not cut out to be a house husband..." I ended up finishing the omelette in one go to avoid myself throwing up from my creation.

After the chaos that was called cooking, I proceeded to take a bath, brush my tooth and get dressed. And for once, I actually got out my house at 6AM.

After arriving to the station, I see Futaba scrolling through her phone. So being the little bi- I am, I tried to scare her.

"Boo-"

"Ah, Y/N, you're earlier than usual." She said while still scrolling through her phone.

"What the- How did you notice me without even looking??" I asked looking dumbfounded.

"I saw you enter the station, and once I heard footsteps near me, I knew it was you." She said as she placed her phone back in her pocket.

"You look different today, did you decide to cut your hair?" I asked.

"N-no, I just tied it with a hair tie. Isn't it obvious?" She said while fixing her hair.

"And your glasses, where'd they go?" I asked her while she and I proceeded to buy a drink from the vending machine.

"I tried not to wear them today. How do I l-look?" She asked while a blush slowly forms on her face.

"You look cute, but you're cuter with your glasses on." I said. Dayum, I felt like an actual rizzard there.

"T-thanks..." She gave a light smile as she tried to hide the blush on her face and regain her composure.

"Say, Y/N. Why are you always late to class?" She asked as she took a sip of the soda she bought.

"Well, I take long to decide what to wear even though they're all the same. Does that count?" I replied.

"I guess." She said.

After a few minutes of just standing there waiting for a train, one eventually pulled up and we hopped on.
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05-15-23
Inside the train
6:07AM
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I'm still wondering if it was truly Futaba in the pictures. The physique, the glasses, and even the phone case. It may seem the perfect time to ask but-

*Thud*

And before I could even finish my thought, me and Futaba accidentally fell to the floor of the train. And guess what? She fell on top of me, and I could feel it. It was literally softer than any pillow in the world.