Aren't I a Good Child?

Act 2

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Please don't get mad at me,
Please don't leave me,
Please don't go anywhere.
Hey.
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Sugawara woke up, blinking. His eyes darted around, observing his room. It was still dark, probably a little past dawn. The events from the day before came back to him slowly. He had fallen asleep as soon as he had reached his house, without eating or taking a bath. He wondered briefly why his mother hadn't come to wake him up, then remembered that she told him that her night shift was going to be longer due to one of her workmates catching the flu. Sugawara felt obliged to help his mother with the breakfast once he was up and out of the comfort of his bed. 

He reached for his phone that was usually placed on the beside table to check how many more minutes he could safely nap, only to notice that it wasn't there. He remembered that he had thrown his bag down in the kitchen, to his mother's worry. He wondered himself why he had done that, and what he had done afterwards. 

Oh, right. He had hightailed it to his room and passed out. That explained why he was still in his uniform, now creased due to him sleeping in it.

Still, he couldn't imagine why he had thought it was a good idea to leave his bag with his phone inside it downstairs. He usually brought it upstairs for study, anyway. He texted Daichi with his phone, he needed it to research hand signals and new techniques for volleyball, and for help with homework. 

Homework.

A string of curse words exploded in Sugawara's head, as the sudden realisation put an abrupt stop to his lazy train of thoughts. Of course, he had forgotten to do any of his homework. He silently cursed his past self for forgetting that he was a college prep student. Scrambling out of bed wildly, Sugawara crept downstairs as quietly as he could to check the time and get his homework done. Luckily, he had memorised every creaky step and crack in the stairs due to the fact that he had lived in this house for most of his life. 

He crawled on the floor as if he were something straight out of a horror show to find his bag, which he eventually almost fell over. Digging into the pockets, Sugawara sighed as he fished out his phone. The light from the phone screen nearly blinded him, and he could imagine someone shouting that the messiah had arrived with the amount of light shining into his eyes. He emitted a low growl, turning down the brightness as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer phone screen. After his eyes had stopped watering, he managed to check the time.

Four in the morning, about two hours for him to get his homework over and done with. Sugawara also calculated that he had spent around eight hours sleeping. Despite this, he still felt like slumping down on the floor and passing out right there and then. No, he couldn't possibly do that. What was he going to tell his teacher, anyway?

Oh, I heard voices and kind of freaked out to the point where I passed out and didn't do my homework.

Sugawara chuckled dryly. That would only make it sound like there was something wrong with Sugawara's mental state. There was nothing wrong with him! Sugawara had a happy life, great friends and he was even smart enough to be in college prep class. Absolutely nothing to be sad about. 

With one last sigh, Sugawara trudged back up the stairs to check what homework was due today. He turned on his study lamp and flipped through his notebook. History and science were due today, taking down notes for history and a workbook for science. Both could be completed within the space of time he had left before having to go to school. There was a slight ache building up in his head, although he shrugged it off telling himself it was only because he was doing his homework at four in the morning, which was his own fault to begin with.