Tsuki's POV

So, after the extremely awkward and uncomfortable moment of Kinky watching me, I tuned everyone out again.

If Kinky was writing something down, then it probably meant the teacher said for us to write something down, that means that I can (discreetly) continue my wonderful comic.

Now, I actually have a reputation online from these comics, 2k subscribers in fact, and that means that I have to continue writing my comics or else I'll probably end up becoming that one person everyone knows but doesn't like. I'm technically already that person, except people don't know me, so does that mean that people also like me...? No, they don't like me or dislike me, so that means I'm in neutral territory. I'm fine with that.

In a war, I would prefer to be in neutral territory than choosing one side, even if there's one side that's clearly stronger than the other side, anime has taught me much. But so has life...

Crap, why do I always do this?

So, the comic. I just updated my story yesterday, so I need a new subject. School? No, too cliché. Home? No, my home life isn't... comic worthy. My love life? Ya know, I could write a story about a gay student who finds love, but with a twist.

I take out a piece of paper, a different one then before, and begin to draw my story. Just, imagine the dialogue as stick figures talking to each other, I'll tell you when something happens.

Begin comic.

ST (stickman): wow, it's a beautiful day.

Stickman sat in a park on a bench, staring up at the cloudless sky.

ST: I wonder what I'm gonna do today.

ML (Main love interest): H-hello?

Stickman turns his head towards the voice to see a boy- no, man *insert Lenny face*- with platinum blonde hair and chiseled features looking up at him.

ST: yes?

Stickman was slightly turned on

ML: well, I was wondering if you were FUCKING GAY?

Stickman was very confused

ST: yes...

ML: excellent, we shall now get married

Stickman and ML (he still hasn't gotten a name) get married. At the alter after their vows, ML looks down to stickman

ML: s-stickman, there's something I need to tell you

ST: yes, my love?

ML: I'M A GIRL

ML opens the suit she's wearing to reveal boobs

ST: this is how my life always goes

Stickman walks off the alter and away into the sunset.

The frame switches back to ML who sighs

ML: why does everyone assume I'm a guy?

End comic.

So, that was interesting, I don't really have any other words to describe this. Ha, just like my life. I  inner-cry. Don't judge me, I do it literally everyday whenever I read oblivious Kagehina (or Mikayuu, or Klance, or Brason, or—) fanfics. I think I'm slowly dying.

After finishing my comic, I look over to the clock and see there's about thirty minutes left in school. Ugh.
Why.
Life.

I (discreetly) pull my phone and head phones out and (discreetly) turn my volume on full blast and press play to the song 'High Hopes'. Honestly, I like this song, though it doesn't resemble my life at all. It's quite... not calming, but sorta like a home structure, something I always have and something I'll can rely on. It's like having a relaxing but-not-so-relaxing area in my mind where I can just sit down and forget everything that's happening in the world.

I think that properly describes what the song is like for me.