If tomorrow starts without you

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The tense air drastically turned the atmosphere gloomy, darkening the entire room. Thirty minutes have passed in the embarrassed man's class. His head rested on his arms, Tendou was paying little attention to the professor's words that were coming out of his mouth. His eyes were worn out, as he could scarcely keep them open. However, an unexpected hairy hand met the table's wooden texture next to his straight hair. Tendou flinched, looking up to see the tutor's miffed look on his face. There was something hidden behind his visage of discouragement. This man definitely wanted to mock him. The boy's extensive eyes were fixated at the older man with such intensity that he forgot to respond. Frozen by fear and confusion, Tendou formed his words at an exceedingly sedated pace moving his lips with barely any strength. On the other hand, the class professor spat out his words at a rather fast pace, interrupting the poor university student by nearly insulting him in front of the class. Tendou bobbed his head and began to redden as he felt uneasy. He was reluctant to raise his head to confront the professor and his seemingly unfair action. Why would someone recognized as a professional sound so cruel and very... unprofessional? "Men like you won't be able to survive." Those words echoed in Tendou's head. Confused, he stood up and slightly rotated his feet facing the exit door. As he grabbed his books, the latter placed one foot in front of the other before repeating the same motion until he reached the threshold. The saddened boy quietly exited the class in the direction of the library. Once his body left the room, the student placed the book he held close to his chest, hiding his hurting heart. As he clenched his fists out of anger and sorrow, Tendou tried to avoid the tears that were fighting to be free and ready to roll down his face. The sound of thunder and lightning could be heard rumbling outside, but the young, damaged man could care less. The library was less than ten metres away, and when Tendou arrived, he pushed the door that was already semi-open. No one was inside but the librarian. A soft and weary sigh escaped his throat before he started walking towards the first table that was available. He slowly leaned back on the black wooden chair with a faded smile formed out of relief as he sat down. "Ah, I am alone... finally."

Five hours passed, and Tendou was peacefully resting his head on the table instead of studying. He was in a deep sleep until a random, unknown student tapped his shoulder. He lazily opened his eyes as he slowly raised his head. Saliva stuck between his arm and lower lip. He had very dark circles under his drowsy eyes. Thus, he couldn't open one of them. The sleepy student forced a weak smile showing his teeth, causing the other one to grimace. Despite the unfriendly student's reaction, Tendou chuckled as he disregarded him. He stood up, which caused the chair to be pushed and make a squeaky sound. The spiteful man, who had the guts to give the poor boy a vicious look, rapidly covered his ears because of the obnoxious screeching sound. Tendou turned around, left his books without caring, and turned his head to observe the man's unpleasant expression, taking advantage of the amusing moment. He smirked as he kept walking.

It was now 7 P.M. The red-haired man walked home under the rainy night. He splashed water on the pavement by walking right into the puddles. He enjoyed doing so since he was a little boy. The day went by exceptionally fast for him, which wasn't bad at all. He grew to despise long and unnecessary days that tend to occur in his life. The rain gently falling on the ground gave a sparkled and shiny appearance to the pavement's grey colour that usually seemed boring on a normal, sunny day. Looking down, Tendou took action by lifting his head back up to see where he was strolling. Red neon lights lit the city, but the rest was drowned out in the pitch-black night. Surrounded by faint raindrops, he walked over a bridge, alongside a deep river. The type of river that you could rip your skin off against sharp rocks if you fell in. It could cause you to meet your death in a second, without any suffering. Even though drowning sounds like an unpleasant way to die, it sure seemed like an attractive option. Staring at the flowing water, Tendou wondered what if he jumped. Would anyone ever miss him? It would stress people out if he jumped off that bridge. If he committed suicide, it would give people depression for weeks, for months, for years... forever. It's not like he cared anyway. He's had enough of his unfair life. Of that destructive society, that sick world he lived in. He stared at the flowing water for a bit. He calmly closed his eyes and took a deep breath before letting his body fall in the air and collide with the violent river as a hand grabbed him robustly.