Fate

The Letter

Name: Satoshi (Hajime) Sin
Age: 17
Class: 12b
Field of work: Track and Field

Name: Byakuya (Nexus) Hitsugaya
Age: 17
Class: 12b
Field of work: Hand to hand combat

Satoshi Sin's POV
22:00 [Home]
Two days left of summer break before the new school year starts. I came home from my childhood friends' place just to chill.

As soon as I entered my house, I heard my dad calling my name from the living room

"Hey Satoshi." My dad called. I saw him from afar watching TV.

"Hey dad." I said, simply greeting him back.

"You know that you're late, you told us what time that you were coming home, right?" Dad said, sounding serious, he kept his sight locked on to the TV.

I looked at my wristwatch on my left wrist to check the time and it was 10:01pm.

Shit. I cursed in my head, as I realized that it was past my designated curfew, which was 9:30pm.

But it wasn't my fault because...

"Sorry Dad. I got caught in traffic while I was on the bus to come home." I apologized to him, as I removed my pair of shoes and placed them on the shoe stand, before walking in the house.

"It's alright." My dad simply accepted my apology.

"But make sure that you call us next time if you're coming home later than your curfew." Dad said demandingly at me.

"Okay, dad." I responded to him plainly, and simply nodded my head before heading to my bedroom.

"Oh. By the way. There's some mail for you." My dad said.

I stopped in my tracks and brought my attention back to him.

"..."

"Where is it?" I asked curiously.

"In the kitchen." Dad said plainly.

"Okay, thanks." I said, before heading to the kitchen to get my mail.

I hope they accepted me. I said in my head, thinking about the registration of the new school that I really wanted to attend ever since...

Byakuya Hitsugaya's POV
22:00 [Home]
I unlocked the door to my apartment. My groggy, messy, disgusting apartment.

"I'm home." I said to the ashes of my parents.

Not that I expected a response. I crashed down into the couch and pulled out my phone. I opened up Wattpad and checked how my story was going.

100 reads huh?

"IT'S BEEN ONE-HUNDRED READS FOR THREE YEARS!!" I shouted at the damn app.

Stupid app, why does it even exist? Screw it, I'm not a writer anyway.

I feel like I'm forgetting something.

I rummaged through my wardrobe for a shirt. Dumb laundry won't do itself. I dumped my clothes into a basket and loaded it all into the washing machine.