AkiUrameshi

This wasn’t supposed to happen. THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. Sure, as anyone would think, he was a little off that morning, maybe a /little/ peaky (shut up, Steven, shut up with the ‘looking like a ghost’ thing, I’m fine, shut the fuck up or I swear-), but he was fine. Everything was fine. Only it most definitely wasn’t. The crushing reality of the situation only hits him when he’s in the history classroom he shares with both Professor Madej and Sara and a ton of other people, in pain and desperately trying not to make a sound as his lecturer droned on about nothing, back against the wall as his head spins, hearing murmurs and laughing from below where he’d cornered himself the last few weeks. God, he hated this. He hated all of this. It was his fault that he was here. He should have just left well alone and not pushed this whole thing out to what it had become. If he hadn’t gotten so drunk at a frat party that rather biting fall last year, if he hadn’t stumbled into his

This wasn’t supposed to happen. THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. Sure, as anyone would think, he was a little off that morning, maybe a /little/ peaky (shut up, Steven, shut up with the ‘looking like a ghost’ thing, I’m fine, shut the fuck up or I swear-), but he was fine. Everything was fine. Only it most definitely wasn’t. The crushing reality of the situation only hits him when he’s in the history classroom he shares with both Professor Madej and Sara and a ton of other people, in pain and desperately trying not to make a sound as his lecturer droned on about nothing, back against the wall as his head spins, hearing murmurs and laughing from below where he’d cornered himself the last few weeks. God, he hated this. He hated all of this. It was his fault that he was here. He should have just left well alone and not pushed this whole thing out to what it had become. If he hadn’t gotten so drunk at a frat party that rather biting fall last year, if he hadn’t stumbled into his