ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ (𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘰)

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 47 (𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯)

why can't everyone just leave us alone?

𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐 3; 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎

𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶

. . .

i hate mondays.

you sigh aggressively, throwing a little tantrum on your bed, kicking your feet up and down. your face was annngry. you were sweaty, thirsty and irritated. why did you have to have school still in this summer heat? you wanted to go back to london, or even go to the USA or something. rubbing your eyes, you slammed your feet onto the wooden floors of your bedroom. 

you stomped your way over and did all of your business, got changed, and not once did you bat an eyelid or change your expression. but you could tell, something felt... missing. like something that you would do, or something that maybe happens to you often is just.. gone. what was it? it just felt like it could easily make you sad. or a heavier emotion. anger. heartache. fear. regret. something of the sort.

you tried to shrug it off, but still, it felt like it just disappeared. something weighing down on your heart still remains, but it's slowly dissipating as if it were never to be in the first place. you shook your head, no, it couldn't of been important. right?

you wiped off your shoulders for any lint, and got ready to leave. it seems like ku-cat has headed out already. he's quite an adventurous cat, huh? it's so silly sometimes, though, when his cat friends come over to say bye and they're covered in mud and grass and leaves, while he's completely clean and white. such a funny cat.

but, good news, this week is your last week of school before break! and for once, you'd get to lay in the privilege of sleeping in and doing whatever you want!! for now though, you'd have to suffer through these last few days of the semester. only motivation? kusuo. yeah it seems a little weird, but it's nothing to be concerned over...

except, what is to be concerned about, is the dream you had last night. well, it wasn't really a dream, more like an audio recording replayed in your head. a thorough summary and analysis is that.. your future self was speaking to you. warning you. to be cautious around a "him". you truly didn't understand it. who was that him? it couldn't be kusuo. he's more under your control rather than you under his ━ after all, you knew his secret. sooner or later, you'd be more powerful than him. you already had the potential.

whatever, you shrugged it off, most of your dreams you just end up forgetting a few hours after. you stretched your arms, groaning as you cracked your back. grabbing your bag, your world seemed heavily grey. as if something bad had happened? you weren't sure. did something bad happen? 

you just grabbed a glass and threw in some water from the machine of your fridge, and aggressively slurped up every drop, then refilling the cup but this time, only slurping half the drink and leaving the cup into the sink.

you closed your eyes for a second, your pointer finger and thumb on opposite sides of the top iof your nose and you sigh. alright, time to go. you take your book bag and shove your phone, keys and other necessities (lip gloss, chapstick, vaseline, duh) and walked out.

"hello, little lady!" 

makoto came out of absolutely nowhere with a disguise that was absolutely dogshit, with sunglasses and a black hoodie, and had his hands on his hips. "....how did you find my address.." you stared at him, a little weirded out. "just 'cause you're a movie star doesn't mean you can just show up to a person's house that you didn't even meet properly, nonetheless even become friends with...." you were still standing at your doorstep, and you had shut your door quite literally a milisecond before he came out.