Fpe: Need caffeine? (FpexMalereader)

Prolog

The room was an absolute war zone. Scattered clothes, open books, and-most noticeably-at least ten empty coffee mugs stacked like sad trophies of a battle long lost.

In the middle of it all lay a teenage boy, half-buried in his duvet, one arm dangling off the side of the bed, his hair defying gravity in five different directions. His name? (Y/n). His crime? Consuming enough caffeine to kill a horse.

The alarm exploded into life.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

(Y/n) groaned, cracked open one eye, and reached for the snooze button like he was defusing a bomb.

"Ughhh... bloody hell. Definitely didn't have enough coffee yesterday."

Dragging himself upright, he looked around at the battlefield he called a bedroom. Coffee cups, everywhere. Some still had a suspicious liquid in them. He wasn't brave enough to find out what it was.

Grumbling to himself, he shoved a few mugs aside and got to his feet. Today was Monday-already a tragic start-and worse, it was his first day at a new school.

Brilliant.
New building, new people, and hopefully, a coffee machine that didn't taste like regret.

He showered, threw on some clothes that were at least 80% clean, and trudged to the kitchen. It was depressingly empty. No cereal, no bread, just a kettle and his last two emergency instant coffees.

He downed both like shots, staring at the wall as if it had personally offended him.

As he walked out of the kitchen, he paused, glanced back at the empty room, and muttered, "...Yeah. That's not gonna be enough."

He locked the door behind him and began the slow walk to school, looking like someone headed to their own execution. His bag slung over one shoulder, hands buried in his pockets, and a permanent scowl glued to his face.

"I swear," he mumbled, "if this place doesn't have decent coffee, I'm dropping out. No joke."

The streets were busy, filled with students, cars, and the usual Monday morning chaos. (Y/n) ignored it all, keeping his eyes half-open and his brain running on fumes.

A kid on a scooter zipped past him.

"Oi, slow down, caffeine hasn't even kicked in yet," he grumbled.

A cheerful woman walking her dog smiled at him. He didn't return the favour.

"Too early for eye contact," he said under his breath.

Finally, the school came into view-tall gates, brick walls, and the subtle vibe of institutional misery.

(Y/n) stopped, staring at it like it had personally wronged him.

"...Right. Let's get this over with," he sighed, expression deadpan. "Please have coffee. Please have coffee. Please have coffee."

(Well I was really confused in writing the prologue, so I only wrote 458 words, I was pretty confused about this.┐⁠(⁠'⁠～⁠'⁠;⁠)⁠┌)