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YOU STARE AT the two pieces of paper on your desk and shake your head. Your mind spins in circles from overthinking. Propping yourself up from your chair, you open the window and feel the summer breeze drifting into your room. Yesterday was the last day of high school, and you vividly remember your graduation. You take in a deep breath.
The future scares you—it's the uncertainty. You want to have the white picket fence life, one where you can live peacefully with what society deems as ideal, but you also don't want to be indifferent or complacent.
You want to be true to yourself. You want to live. You want to be happy.
Leaning over to your bedside drawer, you pick up your phone and text the Miya brothers to come over. There's no point in dwelling about college decisions for the rest of the day.
You turn on your favorite song and let the music blare in your room, the melody bouncing off the walls. A few hours pass before you hear your doorbell ring, and you scurry down the stairs to greet the familiar faces. You open the door.
"Wow, did ya grow shorter?"
Atsumu pokes your forehead and grins at you. You're tempted to smack the smug look off his face but opt for glaring at him instead. Deadpan, Osamu doesn't say anything. He takes off his shoes and walks into your house, wandering around absentmindedly.
You rub your temples. The Miya twins have no shame.
You head to your room, and they trail behind you. Atsumu plops on your bed, with the comforter pulled over, and he picks up Mr. Flippy. Osamu closes his eyes and leans against the wall, personalized with posters and momentos. Criss cross applesauce, you sit on the floor and let your phone automatically play another song. There's a brief moment of comfortable stillness before you speak up.
"I'm having an existential crisis," you say, clearing your throat, "I don't know what I want to do with my life."
Atsumu arches a brow. You reach over for the two pieces of paper on your desk and hand them to the brothers.
