Just waking up, he knew today was going to be bad. His mind was racing, his head seemed to be spinning in circles, and a grey haze covered the sky and ground. Beautiful. What a perfect day.

Tsukishima was silent on their way to school, trapped in his own head. He didn't bother putting on headphones, so the cold nipped at his ears as he put one foot in front of the other. The wind made its way through the sweater he was wearing, but he didn't really care. Cold didn't really bother him that much anyway. At least, not as much as it bothered Yamaguchi, who was so bundled up that only the top of his head could be seen. His nose peeked out from the top of the dark green scarf he always wore during the winter, and it was pink from the cold. It was kind of cute, if he was honest with himself. He noticed Yamaguchi let out a little sneeze. It sounded like a kitten. It was one of the most adorable things he'd ever seen.

But he'd never admit it.

Tsukishima had known that he liked boys for a while, and also knew he was probably gay, but didn't care enough to assign a label. He'd never really liked a girl, only those little crushes that can happen before you realize that being gay is even an option, and way before you realize you are gay, if you even realize it at all. If you were even gay, and most people weren't.

Besides, that was once. And he was five.

So it didn't count.

His train of thought was interrupted by Yamaguchi. "We're here," he said. Tsukishima nodded and walked through the doors and into his homeroom class. He sat down at his desk. The room was dimmer than usual because of the clouds, and the fluorescent yellow lighting hurt his head. I wish I could be in bed right now. He had been up almost all night because of his thoughts, and had about eight minutes of consecutive sleep, and he'd guess thirty minutes overall. None of his methods had worked, not drinking milk, or reading for half n hour, or listening to music. Not even listening to music helped him, and it helped with everything. At least, that's what he thought, but today, he had proven himself wrong.

His head started pounding, and he found it harder and harder to focus on the work he was assigned. He was grateful the second the bell rang, but knew he had to get to the next class, or he'd get in trouble and detention might get involved. Then, it'd take even longer to get home, so he would just try to survive the day. But he still felt his eyelids drifting shut, and that wan't a good sign for him or today's future.