Wrong number?

Ok. Telling Makino he could do this. He could. This was easy. It was easy. Easy.

Or so he thought.

Well he did think but then he got scared and...yeah he's still rocking himself back and forth on his bed. Shit.

Makino was his bff. Why was he scared? Was it because Makino was the one person whom he trusted with his life? No that wasn't it. Was it because Makino might not like his relationship with Kaikoku? No that was stupid, Makino helped them get together. So what was it? Was it that Makino could wield a glock with ease? Yes. That's what it was.

Laugh all you want. Zakuro was afraid of glocks. It was so embarrassing that he would never let anyone know that he feared losing his life even though he owned like a really edgy Tumblr account in which he made statements that gave people existential crisis'.

Today was not a good day for Zakuro, he decided in third person. He also decided that Zakuro was a dumbass and shouldn't have drunk 15 cand of red bull mixed with coffee and monster. Zakuro was starting to smell colours now. What a day to be alive.

He however didn't expect to wake up in Himiko's dorm room with Makino, Sakura, Anya and Sakura's boyfriend sleeping on the floor.

"What the f***."

Okay scratch that, he came on a little to aggressive back there.

"What the actual f***."

There you go. That seems nicer. What he didn't expect was for someone to slap him and fall back asleep.

High school is a fever dream kids, remember that.

(Author laughs in the distance while drinking lemonade.)

Zakuro was having a fever dream which wasn't high school so the only logical thing to do was to hit his head repeatedly, until he passed out.

He'd see if this was real tomorrow but for now, good night.