Eight Month Sleep Followed By A Nap

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Yuuta rubbed his at his eyes. They felt like they were stuck together with glue, as if he hadn't used them in years. After a considerable effort, he managed to slowly peel them apart and the world around him took form shyly.

"Good morning, Yuuta-sempai!"

Yuuta jumped about a mile into the air. Waking up to Kachiro and Katsuo staring at him five inches away from his face was not his idea of a good morning.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he cried, scrambling around and sitting up as a major pain shot through his head. "…where am I? Wha-what's going on?"

"Don't worry about it; it's normal," said Shinji. He had just stumbled into the room in cookie-patterned pajamas, holding a cup of coffee and looking as though nothing were amiss in the world. "After all, you've been asleep for more than eight months. A person could have like, gotten pregnant and had a baby and you would have been asleep through the whole thing. In fact, that probably did happen somewhere…" he trailed off, thinking.

"I'm sorry—eight—eight months?" Yuuta croaked, his whole face turning white and his eyes widening. He shook his head vigorously. "No. You can't be—"

"No, I'm not strictly serious, and I don't know what I mean by that either, so don't ask," Shinji said. He plunked himself down on the arm of an armchair, taking a sip of his coffee. "Sorry you had to wake up those two, but I couldn't carry you back to the room last night; you're too heavy and anyway, I was really tired…"

Yuuta unsteadily got to his feet and realized for the first time that he was in the game room. He had been sleeping on the ping-pong table.

"Eight months and no one could even bring me a pillow?" Yuuta asked incredulously, while Shinji and the freshmen looked a little abashed. "You guys have got to be kidding me!"

"Yo!" Choutarou had suddenly walked in, looking bright as a fresh day and carrying his school bag over his shoulder. "I was wondering where everyone was. You know, we're supposed to be in class right now."

"Wait a minute, what time is it?" Yuuta asked, still totally disoriented.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon." Choutarou cheerfully replied. "Kamio and Kirihara just left for detention half an hour ago."

"We took the afternoon off to see how you were doing," Katsuo said, speaking for the first time. "You seemed out pretty hard last night—"

Yuuta wasn't listening. He felt like his memory was on fast-forward. There were pumpkin patches, Ouran High School Host Club students, Santa Clauses, kittens, and pool balls flooding his mind.

"Hang on. What time did you say it was?" Yuuta asked rubbing his forehead and scrunching up his eyes.

"It's now two minutes past two in the afternoon," said Kachirou.

"I…..WHAT?!" Yuuta shouted, as these numbers suddenly computed. "For the love of—holy shit! I have to get to class! I'm going to have like five thousand years of make-up work to do! Jesus Christ, I have to move!" he bolted off the ping pong table and flew out of the game room, returning thirty seconds later with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and his books under his arm.

"Yuuta-sempai, take it easy—" Katsuo tried to calm him, but it was to no avail, for Yuuta wasn't even listening.

"I can't believe this is happening to me!" Yuuta shouted, voice muffled, as he roughly forced a sweater over his head. "I am so unbelievably late, it's not even funny!"

He finished putting on the sweater and strode towards the exit, smoothing down his hair as he tightened his tie.

"Hey, wait a minute…" Yuuta said, almost solely to himself. He stopped abruptly, hands still on his collar. He slowly turned around.

There was a pause of about ten seconds as Yuuta looked around the room at his classmates with a furrowed brow.

"You know what?" said Yuuta, "Screw this. I haven't slept on a mattress in eight months! I don't have to go to class!"

And instead of taking the turn to leave the dormitory, he instead went the other direction, ambling into his room, presumably to take a nice, comfortable nap.

Everyone in the game room stared after him in astonishment.

"I don't believe it," said Choutarou finally, shocked. "Who was it that bet that the first thing Yuuta would do when he woke up was take a nap?"

Shinji raised his hand.

Choutarou shook his head and mouthed wordlessly in disbelief. Then he pulled five bucks out of his pocket and handed them to Shinji.

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A/N

I can't believe it's been more than eight months since I updated this story. That's kind of ridiculous.

Hey, do you want to know a fun fact? Getting to Know You was originally one chapter. Can you believe that? I still don't know how it broke into six pieces.

Very short chapter here; I'm just going to ease back into it! ;D