29. Back (Suga pov)

                                    

                                          
a/n: hello lovely readers! the good news is, yay i am posting relatively early–oh nvm its 9:00 lol–saturday night as opposed to sunday like the past few days, the bad news is i have a crap ton of schoolwork and college decision stuff to do tomorrow so probably wont be able to do another tomorrow aghhhh!!!! if i could just figure out where im going already and school could hurry and finish then i could write more!!!!!! ok sorry for my little rant enjoy the chapter!!! (also i dont own the lovely coverart tho god knows i wish i did and could do art like that lol)
                          
Monday morning rolled around. The first day back. Four days after Sora's death, one after the funeral. I wanted to go to school though. If I stayed home, I think I would just...stay in bed all day. Feel sick. Be lazy. And who knows how long that would go on for–or better yet, where it would lead??? Sure, I was older and more mature, but I'd been through similar things in the past, and the last time I sat around after...well...things didn't end so well...
                          
   No, I was going. Before I could dwell on it any longer, I dragged myself out of bed, grabbing my phone on the way to the bathroom. I couldn't help a tiny smile that spread across my face when I saw several texts from Oikawa, telling me good morning, asking how I was, if I was still going to school, if I had changed my mind and wanted to hang out, if he was being annoying and should stop texting.
                          
   Deciding not to be cruel and leave him on read, I typed out a few simple responses, reassuring him I was fine and still going to school, and that yes, I would make sure to text him throughout the day. After that, he finally let me go and we stopped texting (temporarily).
                          
   I took a shower, brushed my teeth, hair, got dressed in my uniform. When I went downstairs to have breakfast, the Fujimuras were gone (as I had expected...and hoped), so it was pretty quiet. It...it was too quiet...I didn't have to worry about–about making sure Sora was up, listen to her complain about mornings, laugh at her bed hair...
                          
   Okay so this wasn't working, and I needed to go. I hurried and grabbed my keys and went outside, jumping into the car and speeding away (not speeding, just...going fast...). I even turned on the radio, I blasted it, I wasn't paying attention to what was on, I just needed to block everything out.
                          
   Once at school, I parked in my usual spot, checking to see if anyone I knew was there. Mm...no, the coast was clear. Ah but–shoot, my phone–
                          
   I had managed to forget about my phone over the past few days. I wasn't an especially popular person and didn't get a lot of texts, and I didn't really like going on my phone anyway, sometimes it just felt like a chore. Unfortunately for me, I had a whopping 679 missed texts, fantastic!!! I didn't want to explain what had happened, not so suddenly anyway, but of course not responding to anyone for days didn't bode well for me, it wasn't that easy to just explain away. Ahhh, what to do, what to do, there was volleyball practice after school and I would inevitably run into all my teammates, plus I had classes with Daichi and Asahi, darnit!
                          
   While all this was racing through my mind, I cautiously went in the main building to my first period, multivariable calc. Before I could get there though, I heard someone call my name. "Sugawara-kun!" Crap.
                          
   I turned around to see Takeda-sensei walking rapidly towards me from down the hall with a rather concerned look on his face. Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap I never checked my email I never see if he wrote a response now he was coming towards me oh no o h  g o d–
                          
   "Sensei..." I trailed off nervously, wondering what he would say, and realizing that there was no way I could escape. Not that I disliked him, he was a very nice teacher, I actually had him fifth period, but just, oh my god what would he say, what would he think of me???