Glass Hearts - Chapter One

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Aoki 7:38 - Thursday, November 13 It's too early for this s(nah)t. The sun's too bright, people too loud. I just wanna sleep. Is that too much to ask for? Well, when you're me, it apparently is. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a normal family. Would I be normal too? Eh, I doubt that. But, it appears I've been too in my head, because the next thing I know, my skull's making contact with the cold, hard metal of a locker. Just great. "Watch where you're going, *freak.*" Just as I look up, I see the football captain walking away. Typical. Jocks are always rude little s(nah)ts. They don't understand the moral concept that some people aren't plastic and just don't give a f(nah)k. But they're jocks. I'm asking a bit much from them for that. But, I don't have time to care because class has already started and the hallway monitor is already yelling at me. I couldn't care less. So I pull myself up and head towards my class. She seems to think I'm actually going to class. As if. I'd pass out before I even got there. I'm running on no sleep because *someone* couldn't keep their f(nah)king mouth shut at one in the morning. By the time I get up there Asahi's already waiting for me. I really wish he'd go to class. But every time he insists that he's gotta stay with me for some reason. It's frustrating as h3||. Just because I have a s(nah)ty life doesn't mean he has to either. "Babe. Go back to class," I manage to get out, although I'm already wrapping my arms around him. He's so short compared to me. It's so cute. "No. I'm staying with you. I'm not having you stay up here all by yourself today," he murmurs, arms wrapping around me as well. He's persistent, I'll give him that. "Fine." We settled down in a little space behind some vents as of what I can only assume. Despite what happened last night, everything always seemed a little brighter when Asahi was around. Like maybe my life isn't as s(nah)ty as I thought it was. Who knows. I was already half asleep by the time I felt something shift in my lap. Probably just Asahi trying to get comfortable. He was, because I feel his head being shoved into my shoulder and his arms wrapping around my waist. He was always such a big cuddler. Not that I'm complaining though. He could probably heal my years of touch starvation with just a single hug. God, I love him so much. Eventually my breathing evens out and the quietness of his breaths lull me into sleep. I'm not sure how much I've slept, but when I wake up, everything seems to be the same. Except for the fact that Asahi looks worried. Now that's bad. "Hey, what's wrong?" I mumble out, voice drowsy from just having woken up. My face pales as I see how genuinely worried he looks. "Someone was just reported missing... and the supposed kidnapper just posted about it.. who they're going after next, how they're going to do so..." His voice is shaky, all the colour drained out from his usual rosy red cheeks. I can tell he's not lying. "Hey, it's okay. It's probably just some sicko who's trying to get a scare out of us. Who got kidnapped?" "Emily Treadon. The one who was dating the quarterback.." he mumbles out, flipping his phone around to show me her missing poster. "Oh s(nah)t... that's.. crazy..." I mumble out, subconsciously intertwining my fingers with his to calm him down, even if it's only a little bit. "Yeah, I know. They haven't given any names yet.. Aoki, what if they come for you, or me, or Soran, or even Azuki...?" "They won't. It's just some creep on the internet trying to seem scary.." I murmured, bringing him closer as he slipped his phone into his pocket. "How about we do something to distract yourself, yeah?" A faint hue cover Asahi's cheeks as his arms loop around my neck, fingers entangling themselves in the bottom of my hair. "Got anything in mind?" He asked, and a sly smile spread across my lips. "Always," I murmur. And with that, his lips are pressed against mine, all thoughts about the kidnapping slipping from our minds as we slip into the moment.