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Ping.
You gave a small groan, putting a pillow over your head to block out the noise from your phone.
Ping.
There was a moment of sweet silence before another message had come, making you turn over to the opposite side, away from the notifications and sudden flashes of light coming from your phone.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
You cracked your eyes open to read the time from the digital clock on your bedside table.
5: 13 A.M, the bright screen of your clock read, making you give another groan and wrap another pillow around your ears as more messages came, one after another.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Letting out a frustrated huff, you pulled of the pillows covering your head and sat up, snatching the persistent phone from the top of the small drawer at your bedside.
You have (10) new messages.
You groggily unlocked your phone and read the messages one by one, your frustration and annoyance slowly accumulating as your eyes scanned over each message that was all from the same person—
None other than Kotarou Bokoto himself.
5:09 AM
Oi, are you awake?
5:09 AM
Get out of bed, [Y/N]. I have something to show you.
5:10 AM
Are you even reading any of this?
5:11 AM
Are you not bothered by your notifications at all?
5:12 AM
GET UP.
5:13 AM
I swear, if you're not up by the time I'm @ your house, I'm going to pour this bucket of ice I'm bringing rn on you.
5:13 AM
Get
5:13 AM
up
5:13 AM
right
Ping.
5:14 AM
NOW
"What the hell is wrong with him?" you groan into your pillow, your eyes drooping as you readied yourself to give in to another few minutes of sleep. Just as you were about to drift off, a loud bang from your window startled you, causing you to raise your head in alarm. You could feel your heart skip a beat at the sudden sound and all signs of weariness that you had just a few moments ago had gone. Annoyed, you stomped over to your window and slammed it open, ready to yell at whatever kid decided that it was funny to throw a rock at somebody's window.
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