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You live most of your life through manic episodes, during that time, everything seems to go right. You're training harder, you rank higher in class, your room is even clean for a change. Though it only lasts for a little while before you spiral. Suddenly you've regressed in your training, you fail most of your exams, and your dorm room goes back to its original, messy state.
It's exhausting, but you've learned to live with it, make a life out of it. In some messed up way, it even helps to push you further. "Maybe this won't just be an episode", is what you tell yourself every time, but you haven't had much luck yet.
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Fortunately, it's the weekend, so you get to laze around your dorm and not worry about studying, cleaning or being happy. This is the time you get to be your true self, truly a hermit.
Most mornings never go without music, it makes you feel just a little bit better for the short amount of time your morning routine takes. The white noise formed by your running faucet is quickly drowned out by your music, your body bouncing to the tune as you squeeze a glob of toothpaste onto your toothbrush, scrubbing away as you mumble the lyrics.
Knock Knock Knock
Ugh, seriously? It's Saturday morning and someone is already trying to talk to you? It's early too... you check your alarm clock to read 7am. There's only two people who you know would be up that early, and you weren't really besties with Iida.
Your feet scuffle against the floor, finally reaching the door, you swing it open and mumble: "Wa oo wan?" (what you want?). A drop of foamed up toothpaste fell from your mouth, gross...
"The hell? You look like shit {{user}}."
Ah, Katsuki.