Just for the Anarchy | OumaSai AU

Going Home

No one's POV

"Well...fuck."

Shuichi sighed after reading and rereading the rather disappointing email that his university administration had sent the day before. It had been about a week since the semester finals and Shuichi was supposed to be packing up and heading home soon, but at the notification of a new and apparently urgent email, he had paused his packing. He didn't do so good, turns out. Shuichi scratched at his "stubble" (it's like 4 tiny hairs on his chin) and leaned back into his chair, reflecting on his second semester at Hope's Peak University.

He hadn't been getting the best grades, he had actually been far too overwhelmed to be able to focus on school. His depression had been a bit of a bitch lately, partly because he had recently broken up with his highschool sweetheart, Kaeda Akamatsu. He was truly in love with her, but she wasn't in love with him. Not that he was mad about it, it's hard to be mad at someone for being aromantic. Yeah, Kaeda just didn't care for romance and traditional relationships; the breakup was well talked out and mutual so there truly were no hard feelings. That being said, Shuichi was hurt at the loss of his love, although it had been some months and as time went on the pain healed. 

Still, the stress of the heartbreak and his sucky mental health, in general, dragged his grades into the gutter. He had been hoping that the finals and midterms would bring his grades up enough for his spot next year to be secured, too bad he slept through half his midterms and stayed up for 48 hours right before his finals (thanks anxiety!). So now the young man was absolutely fucked. He flunked out of every singled one of his classes, which meant that the university would not be saving a slot for him on their roster next year, which meant that his uncle was about to beat him so hard he would shit out teeth for a week. Not actually, his uncle wasn't abusive, just a dick.

Shuichi started to nervously laugh into the palms of his hands, grabbing the attention of his roommate, Amami, who just walked through the door of their dorm room.

"You alright, man?" Amami asked while closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, I just need to pack all my shit...and a smoke."

----- (Time Skip) -----

Shuichi's POV

"Damn...I'm really sorry, Shuichi." Amami patted my back as I hesitantly took a drag on the cheap cigarette between my lips, causing me to cough a bit.

I don't actually smoke, or rather, I don't smoke often. I don't really like the taste or smell, but I'll be damned if it doesn't help with literally all my mental problems.

"Yeah, I'm just not looking forward to my uncle's reaction. He's the one paying for my classes so he's probably going to be super pissed." I took one final drag on my smoke before putting it out in the ashtray attached to the trashcan. I kind of hate that I can only smoke them halfway down before getting too sick.

"Probably...I'll help you pack everything up, ok? One less thing to stress over." Amami rustled my choppy, dark hair.

"Thanks, man...seriously, for everything." The beautiful boy smiled at me.

  To be honest, he was a big help in my getting over Kaeda. He was always there for me, a shoulder to cry on. It didn't hurt that he was also incredibly hot, but that's not important. What? A man can appreciate another man's attractiveness without being gay... Well, I'd be bi, not gay, but in reality, I've never had a crush on a guy, even though occasionally I have met guys that I wouldn't mind getting a bit *physical* with. So who knows if I'm truly bi or not, I've never done anything with a guy so it's entirely subjective.