I Never Thought That I'd Love the Color Yellow So Much (But Then I Met You)

Blood, Sweat, and Tears

SHINSOU'S POV

I arrive at school the day after I got invited to the party to a day just like any other, but it was in the middle of psychology that I realized that it was what I want to do in life. I want to help people with their mental battles, in hopes that they live a better life thant the one I'm destined to live.

I decided to wait until lunch to talk to the professor about switching me over to specialized classes. I daydream for a couple of minutes about solving people's problems and of hopefully being in class 1-A, where they get the most attention. I imagine being famous like the therapist Midnight, who's also a teacher here, or, if I'm lucky, like All Might; the best doctor there is out there.

I sit in class with a resting smile on my face as I write down notes.

When the bell rings, I stay behind to talk the teacher, like he asked of me. When there are only few students still in class, I walk up to the professor's desk and start conversation.

"Professor?" I start off, nervous, but in a good way.

"Yes, Mr. Shinsou?" The teacher inquires.

"Is it possible to switch me over to specialized classes for psychology? This unit has sparked my interest, and I've decided that I want to pursue a career as a psychologist." I say confidently, as I was talking about something I was passionate about. I knew that I had a determined, but slightly tired (for I've been dealing with bad sleeping habits) look on my face.

"I'll see about it Shinsou. I'll get back to you at a later time when I find out." He says. I know that I will make it, because I'm at the top of my class; devoting myself to school.

I bite my lip anxiously and say "Yes sir." And start to walk out the door when the professor says,

"And Shinsou, I'm proud of you." I know that he is being truthful from the look on his face, like he would miss me when I'm gone.

I start to get a little teary eyed as I respond with a quiet "Thank you sir." I turn and walk out of class while being able to keep in my tears of happiness.

I walk to lunch and eat lunch with the group I socialize with while not needing to fake straight too much, and walk back to class.

Class passes by as usual, and is nearly over when the professor says "Shinsou, if you could, please stay after class."

I nod my head and say a barely audible "Yes sir." With my head ducked down and my cheeks flushed with the attention that was on me. This stops after about a minute, and I'm able to continue with class until the bell rings, when I need to see the teacher.

As the bell rings signaling the students to go home, I linger back and go up to the professor's desk and say "You wanted to see me sir?" with a soft voice.

"Yes, it's about you wanting to go into specialized classes." He says with a tight face, sparking my anxiety a tiny bit. I know that I'm going to make it, but it's still my future and life were talking about.

"Yes, what about it?" I ask, figuring that I might as well get the answer straight off.

"Unfortunately, there aren't any openings in class 1-A or 1-B, so I regret to inform you that you are unable to transfer classes. I'm sorry." He says grimly. I feel as if all of my happiness that had formed around me had just been demolished.

"Oh. Sorry for wasting your time." I say with my head facing down, tears threatening to spill down my face.

"You didn't waste my time, Hitoshi. There's still a chance you might be able to transfer later on if a space opens up, or next year." He says in attempt to reassure me. It didn't work.

"It's okay. Goodbye professor." I say as I exited the classroom.

On my walk home, my sadness was soon not alone, as anger joined the mix. I did my best on everything. I did all my homework, I swallowed down my vicious anxiety to give presentations to the class, I made sure my grades were practically perfect, I don't deserve to need to stay in these stupid classes.

I turn on my Spotify playlist named Calm Boi Hours in an attempt to calm me down and the first song that comes on is Blood Sweat, and Tears by BTS.

My blood, sweat, and tears
My last dance, too
Take it all away

I started to calm down as I listened to the beautiful vocals of one of my favorite groups. This may have gotten rid of the anger, but it left me with sadness. As I make it to my house, I go up the stairs straight to my room, not greeting my mother.

I laid on my bed and listen to music with my earbuds until dinner.

"Kids, it's time for dinner." I hear my mother say. I make my way downstairs and into the dining room, where my family is located.

"Shinsou, you didn't greet me when you came in. Please don't do that again, you're gonna make me think someone kidnapped you." My mother says as she laid the food on the table.

"Sorry, mom." I respond, filling my bowl with the food she prepared. Right before I ate, I put my hands together and said "いただきます"

We ate in silence until I heard my little sister say "OW! Okaasan, Riku hit me."

"No I didn't! Okaachan, oneesan is lying." My brother said right after my sister.

"That is enough! Riku, stop hitting your sister! Rena, stop being a touch me not before I give you something to cry about!" My mom said when she had enough.

I tried to finish my food before anything happened, but then I remembered that I'm on dish duty tonight and sigh internally.

It was when I was washing the last few dishes when my smaller siblings started fighting again. I could hear my mother getting the belt and whipping my little sibling, and although this has happened countless times before, I felt like crying this time as I heard their screams, and the sound of the belt hitting them getting louder as my mother used more force in retort.

It was around 8 when I finished the dishes and headed up to my room to escape my siblings' misery that was me when I was little. I went to bed filled with self pity, and without being able to discuss my feelings It's alright though, because that's normal, right?

That's how my days went until the day of the party. 

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