1.
It’s 5:34 a.m.
Black eyes fluttering open and staring out of the window -- being met with a huge sea of darkness.
Absolutely no sight of the sun. Not even a tiny hinge of orange. Neither the sound of birds chirping.
What time is it?
Tugging her blanket down just enough for her to be able to reach for her phone, she checks the time. It’s not the first time she wakes up that early in the morning, or that late at night. And it just keeps getting worse.
A soft sigh escapes her lips.
Knowing she will not be able to fall asleep again, she pulls the heavy blanket off of her body. Standing up and slowly walking to her closet she picks out her winter training clothes. Slipping on her sneakers and snatching her keys off the table, she makes her way out of the room.
Taking a deep breath she only realises how cold it truly is. 37 °F. Perhaps she just should have tried to fall asleep again. But no, that would only have been a waste of time -- fidgeting on the bed, searching for a good position to sleep in, as if that would be the problem why sleeping is getting harder for her every day. Because it is not, and Maki knows.
Arriving at the track of the school grounds she gets into running position. Kneeling down, one foot in front of the other and hands lightly touching the ground. One big exhale.
8 laps should be enough for now.
And, Start.
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Now, the sky is painted in a beautiful orange transitioning to a darker yellow. Birds chirping are also audible. The run is over and Maki walks over to a water fountain attached to the building’s wall. Breathing heavily she washes her face at first. After that she drinks.
This has become a normal part of her daily routine. Waking up too early for her own good, starting her training, being too worn out to even stand straight and watching the rest of the world arise.
Everything it takes to free her mind of unnecessary thoughts and worries.
Finishing the fist exercise of the day, Maki starts walking back to the dorms. Only to hear a sweet voice talking to Gojo.
“Wow.”
“And this is where your room is going to be Y/N. How do you like it?”
Your eyes wander from the closet, over the window, to the bed.
Looks comfy. More space than I had before.
“It's great. Thank you Sensei.”
“No need to thank me, Sweetheart.”
Taking a turn left, she sees you talking to Gojo.
Maki`s gaze wanders from your cheeks, to your perfectly winged eyeliner, over your hair, and lastly, your body. In a couple of seconds she takes in your whole appearance, looking as inamused as ever.
Gojo`s loud and enthusiastic voice shrills in the air. “Oh, if that isn't our precious Maki. Great timing. Let me introduce you to one of the new first years.”
“Y/N, this is Maki. She is one grade above you and willing to show you around the rest of the facility later.”
Gojo`s facing her now. “How about you say hi to your new underclassmen.”
But Maki only lets out a huff. Her unbothered expression gives away that she is quite bored and not particularly amused by your presence. Nevertheless, she welcomes you with a composed but confident “Hello.”
You think she maybe looks sort of worn-out, but you're not sure. Also quite strong due to the bit of bicep showing through her shirt.
“Well, I will be going now. Unpack and keep in mind that lunch is by 12.”
He leaves and now it's just the two of you standing opposite.
She makes the first move.
And leaves too.
You stand there dumbfounded.
Did I do something wrong?
No, that can't be.
Rude much.
Maki left. But not without getting a faint smell of your perfume.
She's cute, Maki thinks.