A shrill sound interrupted the otherwise peaceful morning.
Akaya never wanted to wake up because that would mean he isn't Akaya, he isn't Bratling or Aka-chan anymore, no he's Kirihara-buchou the moment he goes to the tennis courts-and he isn't ready yet. He isn't ready to let go of buchou and fukubuchou and senpai-tachi yet. He isn't ready to- He shouldn't be thinking like this so early in the morning.
So he moves. He's at school 6 am and that's earlier than he ever came to fukubuchou's morning practice.
Akaya goes to the tennis courts and stares because he's waiting, waiting for buchou to smile, for fukubuchou to yell at him, for Marui-senpai to find some excuse to humiliate him, for Yanagi-senpai to spit off numbers and probabilities, for Yagyuu-senpai to berate Niou-senpai for one reason or another, for Jackal-senpai to be just there, just a comfortable understanding silence when the world is going crazy.
He waits.
They didn't come.
