That morning I mentioned yesterday arrived, and I'm sure no one expected me to get up so early. It wasn't as if I'd slept much that night, but I'd woken up much earlier than usual, and I couldn't fall back asleep.
Technically, I was going to go out today, at least that's what I said yesterday. My desire to listen to my past self was lower than usual, so I had no plans, nor any hope, of going out.
"I'm more comfortable at home ," was the first excuse I used. All because I didn't want to go out... what a disappointment.
Since I woke up so early, I decided to try and get back into my school routine. It was a little later than I usually get up, but still.
The first thing I do is have breakfast. I always say it's so I don't get my uniform dirty, but I do it so I can stay in my pajamas as much as possible. I can't live at home without wearing pajamas, and if it's cold, a robe.
Even if I had visitors, if they'd let me, I'd still be in my pajamas. I don't have anything particularly embarrassing or ridiculous, they're all just normal pajamas. And some are really comfy and warm. I even had some matching sets with—
"…" After getting worked up for a moment, I continued making my toast as if nothing had happened.
Just like I always had breakfast first, I always have toast for breakfast. I usually put butter on it, but sometimes I just eat it plain, with a glass of milk and that's it.
And for the record, I didn't spill the glass of milk on him… Sometimes accidents happen…
After making and eating my toast, I went upstairs to the bathroom on the first floor. I'm too used to this bathroom to use the one downstairs, and this one's better anyway.
In it, I washed my hands, my face, and then my teeth. I don't shower in the morning because I never have time, and I'd rather not get up even earlier. And it's not just that; I also prefer to shower in the afternoon.
Something I usually avoid doing while I'm washing up is looking in the mirror. It's not that I think I'm ugly, but I don't like looking in the mirror; it gives me a… strange feeling. Especially now, I didn't want to.
When I finished brushing my teeth, I could consider my morning routine complete, since I didn't have to get dressed. I went back to my room after that.
I was a little annoyed at not knowing what homework I had to do, although I'm not entirely sure if I could do it without having been in class beforehand. I've always been able to catch up on any subject if I missed a day or two…
"If I keep this up, I'll be here for two weeks…" I told myself as I stared at my blank monitor, seeing my reflection on the screen. I looked away when I met my own eyes and turned on the computer.
It was also a habit to turn on my computer. It didn't matter if I wasn't going to use it right away; whenever I entered my room, it was the first thing I did.
I've been daydreaming lately while looking at my phone's wallpaper. I didn't like it enough to stare at it like an idiot for so long... though it wasn't like I was thinking much about it either.
All I did was think about anime, about random moments from any of them. I repeated the vague idea I had of the scene, the dialogue, the characters… for some reason, I didn't get bored doing it. Maybe because I didn't have a mind to get bored with.
There were also times when he'd tell me jokes right in front of me, or remind me of something absurd he'd seen online. The other day I was laughing for ten minutes when I remembered a picture of a cat flying with the text "But suck my balls."
If I'm out of my mind, it has to be because of my mood.
I don't understand why I laugh at things that shouldn't be funny. It's like an automatic response, something I can't control. Sure, being online so much doesn't help... but it still seems absurd.
I mention this because, while looking at my monitor screen, I remembered an anime I watched a while ago because of an edited image I saw some time ago. It was very saturated and had text in… Arabic? I couldn't say for sure right now, but I found out which anime it was from the comments.
I looked it up on my anime-filled app, and I found it. Apparently, they recently released a second season and I never knew about it.
Should I watch it? I wondered. Not because it was bad, but because I was sure I was going to ruin it. I also didn't remember what happened in the first season, so it was the perfect opportunity to watch it again.
I sighed, a little tired of the new habit I had acquired, and went straight to the tab for the first season, clicking on the first chapter.
I watched the first three episodes before taking a break. It was about a boy who wanted to avenge his mother after she was killed by his brother. The first episode was a bit slow, but the second and third episodes greatly improved the pacing and plot.
Now let's hope the rest isn't a drag...
I got up from my chair, taking the opportunity to stretch. It's something I usually do at least once a day, and although I normally do it sitting down, doing it standing up feels better.
I wasn't wearing a robe, so I didn't have to take it off before going to the bathroom. I don't understand how anyone can pee with their robe on; it's strangely uncomfortable, and if the sleeve gets even a little wet, I'll throw it away without a second thought…
I went to the bathroom across the hall and did everything I needed to do, as usual. Well, that was until…
Ding Dong! The doorbell rang at my house while I was washing my hands.
Daik-!?…
"I'm coming!" I yelled as loudly as I could from the bathroom so I could be heard outside, grabbing a towel to quickly dry my hands. I completely ruled out the person I had thought of.
Who is it at this hour? Dad? No… he wouldn't be coming home from work so early, or was today Saturday when he didn't work?
During the week I was home, my father told me that from now on he wouldn't be working overtime, and that he'd have one Saturday off out of every two. That way they wouldn't cut his salary so much.
I went downstairs, wondering who it could be.
I haven't told Dad to ask for anything either, and I doubt he's asked for anything on his own… Could it be a relative? Or maybe…
Bringing my hands to my face, I began to worry a little, a drop of cold sweat appearing on my forehead.
Perhaps it's Haruka…
I could just imagine Haruka showing up as if nothing was wrong. " Hi, I brought sweets as a gift!" And then she'd walk right into the house as if she were going to eat them with me, with her smile and cheerful, carefree attitude.
It would be awful if it's her… I have nothing against her, but I really don't want to deal with her right now… Please let it just be the postman… Although the postman wouldn't even knock!
I grabbed the doorknob, eager to know who it was, though not exactly thrilled about it. I sighed, trying to calm myself down a bit. Okay.
I opened the door, and contrary to what I expected…
"What's wrong?" Otsuki was behind the door, with his school bag and a plastic bag.