My Favorite Assistant (Miya Osamu)

6

When waking up the next morning, I let out a loud and tired sob.

It's Monday. I hate it.

I was going to have classes in the afternoon, but last night I had planned to come in early to finish off some final bits of work in the library. It's actually due tomorrow, so I could do it tomorrow, but I know I won't. That's why I have to do it today or never.

Even with that in mind, I yet slackly pressed the snooze button on my phone and my head flopped back on the pillow.

The 6:30 AM sunshine was shining more than was needed, but me turning away from it gave me inner-peace to help me doze off easier. And for a moment, I closed my eyes again and managed to slip back into sleep as well as drifting into a train of random thoughts floating elsewhere.

I don't know why the first image that came to my head was Miya-san's face. But in that dozy slumber, I let myself see his smile distantly, hear his laugh distantly and even smell his scent distantly too. I didn't reject it either bizarrely. Rather, I let it carry on at its gradual and leisurable pace... So not too soon, without even realizing, I began to visualize scenarios about what he'll be doing today and whom he'd be working with without me by his side...

However, It was the urgent shrill of my alarm that smacked me awake back into reality. And all those thoughts were long forgotten to the back, with my mind only fixed on begrudgingly getting ready.

I got off the bed, brushed my teeth, washed up, and fixed myself to look a bit more presentable before changing into the clothes for the day. Just after grabbing a jacket and my bag, I walked out of my room to see Akko sitting at our dining table. She was there scrolling through her phone and had a cup of coffee on one hand.

"Akko," I called out, announcing my arrival.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a day off or something?" I asked, checking the clock on our wall.

She nods listlessly in reply, "Mhm."

I thought she looked incredibly dismal (it's a normal occurrence) so I wanted to hoist up her serotonin by hugging her with all my love from the back. Just a joke of mine, but I felt her not physically react. Perhaps she's pretending to hate it.

"Is my personal housewife going to make me dinner tonight haha?" I attempted to taunt.

"What the hell." Akiko clicks her tongue at me, even still fully attentive to her phone screen, "Don't annoy me in the morning. Go now before I throw this drink at you."

You see, this girl is no fun. I lifted my head to look at her, but she didn't look back, "Hng, Akko. How can you be so rude! You're always grouchy in the morning."

"Anyone would be grouchy if they had to live with you."

I thought about my parents, then frowned and let go of her with an empty feeling in my arms.

"Okay be like that. I'll see you later. Bye." I said with a petty tone and scurried off to the front and put my shoes on.

"(Y/N). What about your breakfast?" She said loud enough for me to hear as I grabbed the front door handle.

I rushed out but poked my head back in our home to reply, "I'll buy something on the way, it's okay!"