Narrators POV:
Shimizu's slept soundly as his mother burst through the room door.
Shimizu's Mothers POV:
"Wake up you frick, can't miss your first day!" Shimizu normally had the habit of making it to school fashionably late. I didn't think it was a problem until the school called me at WORK. Being a single mother and dealing with a butthole son is enough, but I swear to god if he gets me fired for his constant bickering I'll kill him.
Shimizu POV:
"Whatever old hag..." Lord can't stand that woman. I pull off my covers waving her away, and she eventually leaves so I can get changed or whatever.
Perfect Changing:- Start
He slips off his messy black tank top, revealing his well sculpted chest. He takes a moment to look at him self in the mirror, he isn't the happiest with what he sees...but he's grateful for what he's got. He slips off his Calvin Clien boxer shorts off heading into the the tacky marble bathtub. As the steaming hot water hits his pale complexion it feels refreshing, until he starts to feel an all familiar pain in his abdomen, a scar from a procediere he did a while back. He washes his thin black hair, scrubbing out the Axe Shampoo and applying at too much conditioner, he grabbed his Black Electric Toothbrush and brushed away at his evenly cleaned teeth.
He took his quaint leave from the shower, grabbing his warm white fluffy towel drying his almost perfect boy body.
He grabbed his perfectly ironed stack of clothes, sliding on a baby blue t-shirt, putting on a collared shirt over said t-shirt. He buttons the buttons near the top, only leaving room for two unopened a perfectly even number. He slides a pair of linearly striped black and blue pants, pulling them to his waist line the put on a perfectly unstained white belt and a pair of black round spectacles, along with a pair of baby blue piercings in his ears before sliding on a pair of deep blue Converse's.
Perfect Changing:- End
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Perfect Exit:- Start
He grabes his Converse Off The Wall Black book bag and heads to the kitchen to make in astheticly pleasing blue avocado toast, he grabes his phone out of his pocket quickly snaps a picture of the toast and quickly takes out his black air pods, putting on a classic mix of the newest songs on the radio, a perfectly normal exit...but then he threw the toast in the trash and muttered "How van humans stand to eat that crap..."
Perfect Exit:- End
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Perfect Morning Part 1:-
Complete
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Perfect Morning Part 2:-
Pending...
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