Blade~{Kuroo x reader}

13

~(y/n) pov~
I woke up the next morning with my stomach hurting so much. It felt like acid was burning me, eating me from the inside out. I held my stomach and curled up in pain. I yelped a bit but not loudly. it really, really hurt. But i heard pitter-patter of feet on the ground coming to my room. Blake came into my room and came to my bedside. He shook me a bit and I felt my stomach acid move in its emptiness. I whimpered a little but it sounded more like a morning groan.

"Hey you need to eat something since you haven't eaten anything after the work-out" He tells me. He was still shaking me a bit.

"Ya, i'm up. I'll cook some eggs or something in a minute." I groan out and he stop shaking me. I didn't want to get out of bed but I did need to eat.

I grab my phone and check my social media. My picture with Lucy had got a lot of likes and a lot of views on my snapchat story. She looked so happy in the pictures which made me smile. But I came back to reality when my stomach growled in a painful way.

I finally get up and put on a Nekoma sweat shirt and some Adidas shorts.

(this what you were wearing)

I went to the kitchen and got out the ingredients to make eggs. Blake watch me make the eggs so I didnt burn the house/apartment. the eggs were actually good, not like the last time I tried to cook eggs.

While I was eating, my phone went off. It was a email from Kōhī Cafe. I was surprised that they got to me so quickly. I thought I would have been so bad that they would have wanted to even reply to my application.

Dear (y/n) (l/n),

We have received your application and would like for you to come to an interview in today at 4:30pm. We would like for you to come and confirm that you would be a good worker at our cafe.

Sincerely,

Sana Ootake

I was shock that they accepted me. but of course I was happy that I have a chance to get the job. I was in a rush because of the whole 'brother moving away' memo.

But I'm still depressed and I don't know what going to keep me stable. I just gets worse every time I'm alone. I hate everything about myself, my looks, my weight, my strength, my weaknesses. It been awhile since I cut last. The cuts are still there, they don't hurt but they just remind me of my sister.

After I finish eating, I go to my room and pick an outfit for the interview and then take a shower.

I put it on and go my makeup and put my hair into (hair style). It was only two in the afternoon so i went to go see what my brother was doing. 

"Yo, what are you doing" I ask as I find my brother in his room.

"Hm, oh, Just learning the rest of my engli-woah, why are you dressed like that?" He turns to me.

"I have an interview today at four-thirty so I just got ready. Well would you mind asking me so questions so im ready?" I smile at him.

"Sure!"

He asking questions for a while as I answer them. I look at my phone and see that the time is four. 

"Shit, I have to go!" I dash out of his room to get the car keys.

"HEY, WATCH THAT MOUTH OF YOURS" He yells at me as I rush around the room.

"Ya ya. I got to go, See ya and wish me luck!" I cheer. 

 I get in the car and drive off in the direction of the cafe. There wasn't much traffic so I got there quicker than usual. My music was quiet but still heard. I was getting nervous but just calmed myself down by breathing slowly.

I park my car when i see a familiar car but forgot who's it was. Anyway, I dust myself off and walk in. the bell chimes and i caught the attention of a few customers but I see one face that is all to familiar. It was.. 

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sorry this took so long to update and a cliffhanger. i know this was a horrible chapter but, you know, writer block.

 but i'll have more time because of summer break. but thank you for more than 200 reads, i know it not a lot but it's still very exciting for me. will you please vote or comment on your favorite chapter so i know how to write my next chapter. :) thanks

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