𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 || {kun soft angst ff}

OO3

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07:28

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there he stands in all of his glory, the blue haired male. The owner of the random bed I woke up in. The same one who emerged from the dark alley right before u passed out. But something was different. As I studied his face a noticed a faint bruise, one that looks as if he had tried to conceal, and a cut in his lip. He stood in front of my silently. Neither of us made a sound, we just looked. I could feel him studying me. But when our finally eyes met he just showed me a faint smile and set me a short nod. Maybe.. he wasn't the bad guy..?

I was confused. I noticed I was staring and shook my head, looking down at my feet. If he wasn't the bad guy then why did I wake up in his bed? I kicked a pebble as the bus pulled into the station. I stepped onto the bus and looked around. It was surprisingly empty this morning. weird.. I climbed onto the bus and went to the back, sitting down in my usual seat. I pressed closer to the window, laying my head against the window window as I let my eyes slowly flutter closed.

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08:04

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public university. The place young adults go in hopes of making something for themself, even tho fifty percent will either drop out or flunk their classes. Walking onto canvas you could see all of the basic stereotypes. There were the jocks, wearing their school jacket. The cheerleaders, clinging to the jocks in attempt to gain their attention. The "bad boys" with their leather jackets and their ripped jeans, leaning against their fancy bikes. The stoners were hanging out under a tree kicking around some sort of bean bag, that part I never really understood. And then the two I hate the most. The playboys and the popular girls. They could usually be found intermingling, or sometimes even making out, all tongue and teeth. Not a pleasant sight.i on the other hand, fit in to any of those categories. I usually just kept to myself, I find peace in the silence.

The group of kids under the tree began to cheer and I looked over. They were all huddled around someone. At first I just shrugged it off and began to walk again, until something caught my eye. The blue hair. I was torn. I didn't know whether to ignore it, welcome him, or run for my life. A small whine escapes my lips and I shake my head, going to my usual spot where my friend was waiting for me. Her big goofy grin was ever apparent as I make my way over, and I smiled a bit myself.

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08:25
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the classes are quite boring, but today hasn't been so bad I suppose. Having a new kid kinda livened things up a bit. Especially hen he was your new seat mate. Why he sat me and not with his friend I don't know, since he got to choose his seat. I sighed as the lecture started. Just a basic English class, so I usually don't pay much attention. I lay my head on the desk and close my eyes. I didn't get much sleep so I decided to try and catch up. And then everything went black. But not for long. I woke up to a gentle grip on my thigh.