...Koushi, we'll be late to class!
Mmf --- I don't want to go to school...
Oh, shush. It's monday, and going to school is mondaytory~
Hm...mf... did you just make an awful pun this early...
I did, and it's waaaaay cooler than you.
Whatever you say~
Mmm..ha..stop kissing me with your freshly washed mouth.
....Oho~? Why so?
I hate that you're always so hyped up for school. I don't know what's the point.
Ehhh~ because it's cool. That's why it's called sChOOL.
...I will never understand you and your coolness thing.
Mmf -- stop kissing me. Just go on and leave without me.
....or you could just stay home with me.
That I cannot approve; come on, Koushi~
...No. And I said stop kissing m----NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. NO TICKLING.
Mhm~? I can't hear you.
NO, NO--- nAHAHAAAHAHHAHASTOP, STOP, NO.
Koushi, come on; we'll be late.
Okay, okay, I will. Now stop.
STOOOOP! HAHAHAHAH NO, NO, PLEASE,eeahAYAHAHAHA OKAY, STOP IT!
"I SAID, STOP IT!"
As for that slightly screaming cry for mercy; I woke up to my Mom's arm pats. Now, she was just as surprised as I am.
"S-Stop what?" Mom asked me in a worrying tone. It was probably the umpteenth time that she worried for me. I didn't know how I pulled out such a troublesome son effortlessly. It's not like I wanted to be troublesome of some sorts; it's just that, it comes out naturally. Like I wanted to be dealt with.
I brought my hand up to my head and felt it pounding painfully. I'm not much of an early bird.
"No...Mom. It was just a dream. I'm sorry for making you worry."
"Ah, is that so? Okay." she stood up with a sigh and eventually reached out to ruffle my bed hair. "You've got to work more on your sleeping schedule, Koucchan. You always miss your alarm clock."
"Mmm -- yes, mom." I sighed.
"I made the bath ready, please hurry up and take a bath."
"Okay... Thanks, Mom...mmhm" I rubbed my fingers against the temples of my head, in attempt to drive the headache away. But as I expected, it did not.
I sat at the edge of my bed, palms resting against my forehead and trying my best to stay awake. Moreover, I began to worry about my dreams. These are probably the most bizarre set of dreams I could ever have in my life. It's weird; in the past few days, my dreams are somehow becoming more and more related to my other dream the day before. Sure, every dream was a different story, but wherever it is, the characters were still the same. Me and him.
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For me, only three things matter: You, me, and our universe. But, for some reason, our universe wasn't made; It remained as fictional as it could get. Because, You and I didn't happen in the end. And all I got was history constantly haunting, Or con...