Week 1

Monday

They have a class together.

They have a class together and Sakuragi is throwing wadded up pieces of paper at him.

He can hear the sound of it being carefully ripped out of a notebook--that most likely isn't his--he can hear the crinkle of it as Sakuragi balls it in his fist and prepares to launch it at him.

Sakuragi writes little notes on his projectiles.

"Stop it."

Sakuragi is sitting two seats behind him.

"I said stop it."

He knows Sakuragi can hear him.

Sakuragi throws another paper ball at him.

It hits him on the side of the face.

And despite all the annoying ass, little things Sakuragi is doing right now, he can't find it within himself to ignore that wadded up piece of paper and the message it relays.

So he opens it.

It reads, "If you fall asleep, the paper balls will turn into 'Sakuragi's Special Spitballs'."

He fears for his sanity.

He fears for his sanitation.

He fears for his life, and his moral character, and his dignity, because now he's throwing his own wadded up pieces of paper at Sakuragi's red target of a head.

And he knows it's childish, and wrong, and he's wasting a lot of precious energy that could go towards basketball and yet…

He laughs to himself when one nails Sakuragi in the eye.

Sakuragi curses and shouts something about 'never being able to see again.'

His revenge is just made sweeter by those six uttered words.

Tuesday

Sakuragi has spit in his drink.

He has actually spit in his drink.

Not any saliva or anything.

Just his gum.

In his water bottle.

He watched him do it.

And the fucker was smiling.

Because he had spit chewing gum—by the looks of it, chewed up chewing gum—into his water bottle.

Motherfucker.

Wednesday

Today is Wednesday. It is the middle of the week.

School children are half celebrating because there's two more days until the beginning of the weekend.

This time calls for celebration.

And fun filled naps.

Except he isn't sleeping right now.

No.

He's too busy being gifted with the sight of Sakuragi deflating his bicycle tire.

Deflated actually, because it happened about two minutes ago, but he forgot to act those two minutes ago and twenty-three seconds—if he's being accurate—because he was too busy being shocked as hell that Sakuragi was actually deflating his bicycle tire.

Not just one.

But both of them.

And the only words Sakuragi offers up to explain his horrendous actions are, "Extra jogging practice."

Thursday

Sakuragi has stolen his basketball uniform.

He can't find it.

Sakuragi has stolen his basketball uniform.

Friday

He's waiting.

He's waiting and watching and searching.

And waiting.

Because he knows when he least expects it, Sakuragi is going to do something and he needs to be prepared.

Therefore the waiting and the bags under his eyes, because he's not sleeping well and he can no longer nap in school, his reasons are obvious.

He's waiting.

He feels paranoid.

He's going to hit Sakuragi with a bat when he sees him.

He thinks the sleep depravation is making him a little mental, because he plays basketball, not baseball.

No.

He won't hit him with a bat.

He'll ram his head into the metal basketball pole.

Because that sounds like it would be very effective.

So he waits, and waits, and waits, and Sakuragi doesn't show.

Not even one strand of red hair.

He feels exhausted and suddenly he drops off to reclaim his sleep. A nice, calming nap that has his nerves relaxing back into place, his headaches going away, his anger dissipating into the blissful feeling of…

Sakuragi dive bombing off a chair and landing on him elbow first!

He screams.

The worst part of all of this is that he screams.

It's a mix of angry, painful, angry, more painful and just…

"Get off me you IDIOT!"

Saturday

No School.

No Sakuragi.

He sleeps the entire day.

Sunday

Still sleeping.