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The days flow by all the same, they always have— since the day you gained consciousness, if you could even call it that.

An alarm goes off in your ear first, waking you from a dream you can never remember. It’s Monday, 6:00 am, so it’s time to get up. Your bare feet hit the cold floor. Which reminds you that you need to sweep the house today after school. Pushing yourself off the mattress you balance out and walk to the closet attached to your wall. Dizziness always floods your body when you first wake up. Pulling the door of your closet open you gaze into the darkness, then tug the string above you. Light flows into the room and your eyes adjust quickly.

A small “hm.” comes from your throat as you see the folded uniform skirt and bodice sitting on the table inside. You had put them there the night before, as to not cause too much of a hassle to get dressed. Grabbing the cloth you pull off your robe.

You had tried much to get rid of this emptiness inside you. One of which included a wardrobe change, buying clothes and accessories, makeup doing your hair— anything. Whatever’s most fashionable. Short skirts and tight bodices, curled hair in the front but straightened in the back and tied up with a hair clip. Soft makeup that made you look palier, tinier nose but bigger eyes and even bigger lips. You slipped on thigh highs then the shoes your school had given you to wear to class.

You reached for your bag and put your phone in it as well as some extra nail glue and lipgloss. Other girls carry that. Walking to school was the same, you’d feed the cats infront of your house then pet them. Giving them a few treats and starting on your way to school. Biking was too much effort, so you just walked. You didn’t live that far anyways. Your heels click on the ground echoing in the background of your empty head.

Sometimes, a man would cat call you, maybe just whistle, but you barely noticed most of the time.

You climb up the hill your school is placed on, showing your ID at the gate. Cold air hits you and you walk to your locker, taking off your outside shoes and switching them with school regulated indoor ones. After that, you walk up the stairs to go to your class. 2-A. So you can sit through the same lessons as every other day.

As you turn up the last stair, you feel yourself loose your balance and just as a gasp was about to come out of your throat, a muscular hand grabs your arm, catching you in your fall.

“Are you okay?”

Those words light something in you, something you’ve been wishing for since you were a young girl. You look up to see Isagi Yoichi— a player on the football team, you’ve seen his face before on flyers but never this close! He was so- so handsome! It’s something you’ve never felt before, you’d never noticed how colorful the world was, how beautiful the halls could be in this mellow place—

“Hello? Did you hit your head?” sagi spoke again, concerned. “Im so sorry! Let me take you to the infirmary!”

Before you can say anything he’s dragging you by the arm and taking you downstairs to the infirmary, sitting you down on the bed and waving in your face.