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A yawn escaped your mouth as you rub your droopy eyes using the back of your hand, wiping the few stray tears away in the process.

'Taking a double dosage at the same time more than necessary isn't super convenient when you have a school to attend the next day.' you realized.

Though you were facing the consequent aftereffects of the medicine you consumed last night, just the mere thought that it help you meet Koushi in any way, really pays it off.

It was worth it.

He was so worth it.

Your E/C orbs eyed the bottle of sleeping pills that were in your hand, reading the small printed instructions located on the back, but you were too sleepy to understand a thing.

'Why did I bring one again?' you thought out of wonder, gaze still affixed on the small white container as your thumb traces its red lid.

"O-Oikawa-senpai!"

The familiar girly voice that were obviously forced to sound cute, somewhat made you pause on your tracks in the middle of the hallways where there's only a few students were scattered around.

It was still early in the morning, so you can stop in the halls all the way you want without worrying about blocking someone who're passing by.

Curiosity getting the best of you at the moment, you follow to where the noise came from.

There on the lockers, you determine that it was one of the biggest bitchy ruffian of your high school life, the redhead one to be precise. In her outstretched hands, there was a bright pink envelop with a red heart sticker serving as a fastener.

Before her stood the popular campus crush and heartthrob, the captain of the volleyball team, Oikawa Tooru who's scratching the back of his head awkwardly while maintaining his charm by having his usual smile that could entice any girl's heart.

You mentally shake your head, watching the brunette thanked the overly flustered girl for her courage to confess to him, but turn her down afterwards.

When Oikawa turn his back and left, she crumpled the envelope in her hand as she rolled her eyes to show her annoyance, as if the rejection didn't affect her in any way at all.

"Uh whatever, it's your loss."

Unfortunately for you, her sharp gaze happened to land on you.

Her once plain and harmless staring, morphs into a hostile glare that could make anyone assume she could actually kill you with it, making you flinch upon feeling intimidated.

Not really wanting to deal with her at this very early hours of the day, you immediately avert your gaze downwards and proceed to put your feet on motion, scuttling away from the scene.

You dump the pill bottle inside your worn out bag as you enter the classroom. Although before you could ever get the chance to drag the zipper close, someone grab your arm out of nowhere as you let out a quiet squeak in fright.

Eventually, your heart that had gone into an all out panic mode for a second, calm down in instance, determining that it was only Jiyo who did it.

"Gosh, you really scared me there." you yammer, a hand over your chest to feel your heart returning back to its normal, tranquil pace. "Please, don't ever do that again."

Big orbs of grey blink on you rapidly, her expression still the neutral poker face for a few seconds before a string of light chuckles flourish out of her mouth. "Sheesh, you're so easy to startle."

Jiyo playfully give you an eyeroll, releasing you from her loose hold and saunter to her table where few of her unfinished assignments laid out across.

You huffed, walking towards your designated seat and slump down, body still heavy since the exhaustive sleepiness you were feeling didn't diminish the least.

Sluggishly, you place your bag on the middle of the table. You take a quick glance on the wallclock hanging in center front, just above the blackboard to do a quick time check.

Once you determine that you still have a plenty of minutes to have at least a short nap, you let out a big yawn as your eyes turn a little watery, clinging on the corner of your eyes.

You decided to give in to the temptation of your tiredness to rest, pressing your cheek flat against the cloth material of your bag, serving as your pillow support.

Not so long after, your heavy eyelids drooped closed as you let yourself succumb to the inducing embrace of sleep, meeting Koushi on your very own dreamland to bring your world joy for another limited short period of time.

However, your original plan of short nap turn into a longer duration of an actual sleep. Soon, students filed inside the room one by one. Each of them didn't failed to spare your passed out figure a glance.

"Alright, pipe down." a postured, brunette teacher strut in with a laptop and book kept in her armpit. "Mrs. Kyoshi won't be here today for personal matters so I'll temporarily take her place." she spoke as she placed down her belongings.

Her once deadpan expression became a bit crinkled in annoyance upon spotting you.

She sighed, approaching you that were still out like a log while making soft snores, unaware of the storm that's about to come as the class just remained quiet, gaze following her graceful movements. Lifting her hand, she was about to wake you by simply shaking your shoulders.

But something with a vivid red color stuffed inside your bag made her paused and caught her attention instead.

Reaching for it, her fingertips touched the hard and cold surface of the bottle's lid. She didn't hesitate to pull it out and once the thing was fully exposed to her sight, she carefully examine it.

Upon her brief, closer inspection, her thin brows creased. Her frigid brown eyes behind the thick glasses she's wearing, transferred from the container, towards your unmindful frame.

Everyone remained silent while watching the whole ordeal over their seats, too scared to make even the slightest noise in fear that it will fuel the teacher's obvious, frothing anger.

The authority cleared her throat, glancing at the boy who sat behind you, making the said student tensed up at the woman's stern gaze in spite that it only lasted for a second.

"You. Wake her up." she ordered, fishing out her smartphone from the pocket of her pencil skirt. "I'll just ask Mrs. Kyoshi for number. I need to have a word with her parents."