[h2][color=slategray]Kazou [/color]- [url=https://youtu.be/wFmfuRyN_Kc]Home Residence, Saturday Morning[/url][/h2]
Kazou continued staring up at the ceiling, as he had been for the past hour. Yesterday as soon as he was home from school he passed out, having not even eaten dinner. That proved a bad idea, as he awoke intermittently throughout the night. About, he'd say an hour ago, he just couldn't get back to sleep. Of course, he also felt no motivation to do much other than lie in bed so he simply stayed there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore his failing grades and general unlikability.

Cutting through the emptiness of the house was a beeping, that of his father's alarm considering its distance. After some amount of time he didn't bother to count, his father opened his door.

"Hey, I have to do some over-time today. I've left some yen on the counter for lunch. I'll be home by dinner."

[color=slategray]"Okay."[/color] Kazou responded, wishing his father would leave.

It looked like he would, but the man paused for a second at the door, and reopened it a bit. "Have you considered joining a club? It'd be something to do on Saturdays."

[color=slategray]"Nothing there interests me."[/color] Kazou explained, getting a tad bit more exasperated.

"Or maybe a part time job? It'd give you some spending money, could go out on the weekends or at night."

[color=slategray]"I'm fine."[/color]

There was an unreadable expression on his father's face for a second, before he left. With that, Kazou breathed a sigh of relief, and resumed his "relaxing" for a little while. Fading in and out of sleep for a tiny amount of time, until the slam of his front door fully woke him up for the day. 7 AM, read his clock. Earlier than he would like but he might as well get up for the day.

Making his way to the kitchen, Kazou sifted through his fridge lethargically. Nothing to eat for breakfast, really. There was his leftover dinner from last night which could be his lunch, so he supposed his given money would go towards his first meal of the day. There was no place that delivered breakfast around here. He'd have to take a shower, get dressed, and go out. 

[color=slategray]"Damn it..."[/color]

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[h3]McDonalds[/h3]
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It took a while but eventually Kazou made it out of the house, dressed in what he had lying around; his school uniform's pants and a dull orange button-up, heavily creased and untucked. His wet hair was beginning to spring back up to its consistently messy state. Looking around the block he was walking down, it seemed that his local McDonalds was the closest option. As much as he hated the place he deigned to enter. It was about as much as he deserved and maybe the sugar rush would kick him up a notch. Probably not but, whatever.

Pushing open the door and making his way inside, Kazou was assaulted by that particular chemical smell of a horrid place. There was a certain something in the back of his mind that told Kazou to leave, but he stood firm. There wasn't much at home to eat and he certainly didn't want to sit down at a cafe. Kazou pushed forward to the counter.

After placing his order awkwardly (some simple hashbrowns, that's all he could stomach here) Kazou stared absently at the people around him. As he did so, he noticed a girl having what seemed like a splitting headache, and a nosebleed. He couldn't help but stare at her as after she recovered, she gleefuly skipped back to her booth. Kazou scoffed to himself. This is why he couldn't relate to people. Always so chipper, or gossipy, or  [i]something.[/i] He was almost envious of how normal she was. She even had a friend in her booth. He could barely be bothered to get out of bed today...

He shook the thoughts out of his head. Just get your meal and go, Kazou.