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For as long as Megumi Fushiguro has known, he’s been different.
Different from the other kids. Different hobbies. Different opinions. While most kids played outside with their friends, Megumi stayed inside and colored. Maybe a bird. Maybe 2 dogs he wished he had.
Standing alone at recess. Being the kid they nobody wanted to talk to. Megumi convinced himself he liked it that way. But did he? It was hard to say. So much words he never got to spill to anyone. He was particularly interested in frogs. He picked up frogs whenever he found them. (Which of course, grossed everyone out.) Like he had a weird connection to the few things he did like.
As he grew, his reputation became worse. Infamous for beating kids up in school. Sure, people respected him for that, but he didn’t want to be respected. He wanted someone to like him. His sister, Tsumiki was really the only person he could rely on.
That’s why he would be terrified going to High School. High school was big. Tsumiki was older than Megumi. He would be a freshman all by himself. Everyday, he placed an “X” on the day before. It felt like the blade of the guillotine was getting closer to his neck.
There he layed, awake at night. Turning over, he read the time. It was 2:38 AM.
“Goddamnit.” He whispered. School was in a week, and messing up his sleep schedule just added more nuisances to the list of fuck-ups.
He reached for the tiny orange bottle on the table. Taking pill after pill.. Probably one too many. He waited for it to kick in.
It didn’t. Nearly an hour had ticked by and the sleepiness hasn’t taken effect. Getting up and creeping to the kitchen, he made himself some eggs. Suddenly feeling sick, (Most likely from the 6 anxiety pills he just swallowed,) He peered over the kitchen sink, using his arms to support his entire body. The shiny metal could reflect his face. All he saw was a coward. If he could just relax over everything, this wouldn’t have happened. He went back over to the stove, cranked it on and placed an oiled pan down. He cracked an egg over the pan. At least that’s what he thought. Must’ve been seeing double, because he heard a “plop.” He looked at the pan and didn’t see the egg. He looked at the burner next to the pan. Guess what he saw.
Defeated, he put the eggs away and went back to bed. Picking at his nails; zoning out and snapping back. All of it seemed like a loop. Sure, he had a nice mom and a cool dad, it was constant. School. Help clean the house. Watch TV. Shower. Go to bed. School. Help clean the house. Watch TV. Shower. Go to bed. Occasionally he would go out to fish or something with Toji, but that was like weekends off of the job called life. Short. Sometimes boring. Empty. Hearing the cicadas chirp endlessly, he decided to take a walk in order to clear his mind. Throwing on a sweater and shoes, he opened his window and crawled out. Click. Click. Click. Glancing at his phone, the time was now 4:12. Walking. Walking. Walking. Megumi zoned out once again. It only felt like a couple minutes, but he returned to reality and saw himself multiple blocks away from his house. This was going to be a rough next day.