Chuuya Nakahara: a melancholic day

Chuuya felt that waking up was similar to a cruel reality check.

The bed wrapped its arms of blankets and pillows around him, keeping him there as he blinked his eyes open, his body felt heavy like the gravity of the earth was weighing down on him, he dreaded having to stand up, the thought making his body seem like a block of cement. His alarm clock was already blaring the fourth of his five alarms.

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Since I've been in the mood to write for a few days now so here's an angsty one-shot about Chuuya and how I think his days go.
I might be projecting just a little bit but who cares am I right!