Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

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After highschool, we'd think, what exactly does college life look like? What does it feel like to be one of these people studying for an ambitious future? It feels like a lot of responsibility. There're two options here, be active and achieve high, but drain yourself in the process. Or you could do the minimum, and still be happy.

But then, how exactly do we balance school and love life? Who knows. It's a miracle to even survive a year in college, what more being in a relationship yourself.

It's as if fate is mocking us in a way that it throws weird circumstances or problems, may it be big or small.

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On a summer night, he pondered to himself what it would feel like as his first day of college. Dreading the day his summer ends and a new school year begins. He would toss and turn on his bed, would check his phone from time to time, until the clock struck 4 am in the morning.

In the end, overthinking left him restless and sleep deprived. "Archons, did I just go through a whole night with no sleep for that stupid thought? I could've just played."

And so...

Morning came, it was currently 8 am in the morning and his classes starts at 9:30, his alarm clock blaring loudly, enough to startle him and get him out of bed. He scrambled his way around his room, preparing his clothes, bag, and then himself.

He got inside the bathroom with the towel on his shoulder, taking a good look in the mirror as he ran a hand through his hair. His indigo locks, and lavender highlights, went well with his blue irises.

He would let out a sigh of content as he looked at himself, almost in awe of his own appearance. His rings clacking as his fingers played with his silver piercings. 'Damn, Scaramouche. Handsome as always huh?'

It took a few minutes for him to shower, before he got dressed and ate breakfast alone, after his maid prepared the food. He took his motorcycle keys, slinged his backpack on, before riding out of their parking lot, and into the highway. On his way to start the first day of college.

"Who's the new guy?"

"Isn't that the latest model? Damn, he must be rich?"

"Oh. Isn't he a freshman? He's hot."

Was what he heard around school. He raised an eyebrow, twirling his paintbrush around his fingers. Humming to himself, he looked back at his best friend who was busy on his phone to pick up his pace as they walked through the hallways. "Come on, Heizou. Get your slow ass moving."

He let out a huff, running a hand through his platinum blonde hair as he walked ahead. Passing by the hallway, through some students who paved way. But there was one who made his head turn back.

He caught a whiff of his perfume, black forest and musk, he caught a glimpse of him, lucky for Kazuha. Soft, shiny indigo locks, and lavender highlights. Oh, and not to mention his silver accessories that added to his vibe, and the black leather jacket he wore, and the red eyeliner that highlighted his blue irises, it was majestic.

It took a good few minutes for him to realize he was gawking, and he managed to compose himself before he makes himself look even more foolish. Luckily Heizou was too busy on his phone, otherwise he'd be teasing him. He went on his way through the hall, his thoughts lingering back to the guy he passed by earlier. 'Come on Kazuha, you shouldn't be feeling this way.'

Though he tried not to think much about it, he failed miserably at that. 'But he looks hot though.'

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