Days in the Life of a Nekoma High Schooler

Bedhead

Yukimura Chihiro
Bright light filtering from the curtains wakes me up at dawn. I smile as I get dressed, and treat myself to honey-drizzled pancakes with a generous handful of strawberries.

I know all too well that most people think of me as a weirdo for liking it, and I know I sound like some stuck up goody-goody, but I honestly am looking forward to high school. True, not all classes are great, but still, I'm sort of happy that a few of my friends are going to Nekoma High too.

My distant cousin goes there, he's a second year, so he could show me around a bit and maybe even introduce me to some of his friends. Not that he's much of a talker. It's true that he is nice to be around, though. He's the one who showed me that not all good company have to talk half the time.

It's 7:24. He's meant to pick me up to go to school with him, but he's four minutes late. On the first day as well! I sigh as I mooch around my room with nothing to do. I fish out my phone out from my satchel and text him.

Me: Heyyy. You're 4 minutes late!! Are you even coming or not??
Me: Heyyy. Six minutes late! (♯｀∧') We'll miss the bus!!
Me: Heeyyyyy Kenma !! Pleaaase! Don't abandon me!
Me: Heeeyyyyyyy heeeeeeeyyyyyyyy heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy

My phone finally chimes when I sent the third heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy.

applepi: Sorry, I'm nearly there! I overslept. Btw you sound like Bokuto, you know that?

I quickly respond,

Me: Oversleeping on the first day?? (^_^) I should've expected that I guess.
Me: Huh? Who's Bokuto?? Is he your friend??

The doorbell rings at last, and I quickly shoot out of my bedroom to open the front door. Finally. There he is. The last time I saw him was over the summer last year. And I still haven't gotten over his dyed hair. I like it a lot (as much as I love pudding)!

"You're late, Puddinghead," I say, aiming a flick at his forehead.

He smoothly dodges it with the skill of an experienced victim. "I'm sorry, okay? And you can stop calling me that." Kenma for once puts away his smartphone and talks to me without playing on it. Most time I have a conversation with him, he never looks up from his phone and claims to have the talent of listening and gaming simultaneously.

"Heh. It suits you though." I smile at him with a sideways glance. His slightly huffy expression softens a little. "And who's Bokuto?"

"Oh. He's just some third year from this other school nearby called Fukurodani. He always says "Hey hey hey" whenever he's excited. He's the captain of their volleyball team and Kuro's friend."

"Kuro ... Kuroo, the bedhead, right?"

Kenma fails to stifle a chuckle. "Yeah. You should tell him that that's how you remember him. He'll be heartbroken."

"Heh ... Well," I can't help but snicker as I try to picture Kuroo with his usual smirk replaced by a tearful expression. Try as I might, I can't quite visualise it. "His bedhead is pretty extraordinary. Seriously though, his is the weirdest bedhead I've ever come across!"

We spend most of the twenty minute walk to school from the bus discussing and analysing bedhead:

Kenma: Kuro's bedhead is weird. His hair's so spiky. And how can he even sleep with two pillows smushed against his face? How come he hasn't suffocated already? It makes no sense.
Me:     I know, right? The first time I saw it, I thought he used hair gel or something.
Kenma: Yeah, right, who'd want to style their hair like that? He's been trying to fix it for ages.
Me: *giggle* True. I think it kind of suits him though. But you wouldn't think that his hair would be bedhead though, would you? I've never met another person who sleeps like that ... And since when did he get bedhead ..?

Strangely, it was quite an interesting subject. We probably could've both written a five-page long essay about it without too much trouble.