SOBANIIRUYO [✓]

chapter 34

sobaniiruyo, thirty four.

❛ finally ❜

I have a date with Al-haitham in two hours.

The reminder blinded Y/N's vision every few seconds, and yet, she just couldn't bring herself to get her shit together. Little droplets of fatigue had trickled down into her body, filling the well of her sleepy meter— meaning she was dangerously close to collapsing against her mattress and dying for at least four hours.

Cultural Festival? It was a joke. An excuse for teachers to sit and chill while their students were dragged through the mud. Y/N could no longer feel her limbs, let alone pick out a nice dress and prepare herself to get ready.

Two of her art pieces made their way into the exhibition hall, so that was one good thing she got out of being a cog in the wheel, meshing together with other gears. Or maybe they were chosen because she was a decent artist. (Highly unlikely.)

Her day was going suspiciously well for the most part, which should have raised her guard. She woke up, had a long, comforting shower, begged Nilou to help her find a cute outfit, and worked on the menial tasks she was given by her teammates — basically, passing her time until Al-haitham came to pick her up. Of course, something had to intervene and sabotage her mood to the point where even leaving the bed felt like a chore.

The cause? Oh the bloody fucking cause.

To get a call from a classmate was one thing, but to get a call from a classmate who openly didn't care about her was the first red flag she decided to ignore. Y/N, like the idiot she was, picked it up and greeted the girl enthusiastically like they were star-crossed lovers in their previous lives. They didn't even wave at each other otherwise.

What came next was a giant tsunami of silent fuck you's.

"Oh, by the way... you're free today, right?"

No, absolutely not. But she had to translate that sentence into a more approachable language or it would eat her alive.

"Sorry... I have plans around 2. What's up?"

"Good! The job will be done in a couple of hours, so you'll be free by then!" Her sickly sweet voice echoed from the other end, a relieved undertone following suit. That was yet another detail gone unnoticed. "The thing is, I got very sick last night... but I had to work at the stall with Albedo today. He is alone and really needs someone to help him..."

Albedo hadn't reached out to Y/N regarding this issue, and she knew exactly why. He never troubled anyone unless it was completely necessary. A part of her pitied him a little for that, and that part grew into a pool of 'He's just like me', leading her to the stall at 9 AM sharp despite her being off-duty for the day.