psa: my english is not well as i am asian. there will be many spelling and grammar mistakes that along with autocucumber smh.

anyways please note i literally wrote this years ago and i didn't know how to write and i rly was out here writing mary sue type shit and was like "yeah that's good"

i don't wanna delete this though as i believe with some edit i can make this better but i'm lazy and don't feel like it.
please don't hate me that much.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I sighed. It was the end of the day, with nothing to do. I had packed all my stuff already and was just sitting at my desk. When I looked out the window I saw Karma Akabane. He's one of my classmates, and I've never really talked to him before.

We're both in class 2-A. I watched as a bunch of girls went running up to him. Surrounding him. They were everything I wasn't. They were pretty. They were confident. They were thin, they seemed to be without a care in the world. in my eyes, they were perfect. because they...weren't me.

I sighed as I got up from my seat. Bored. that's all i seem to know nowadays. if I went home i'd just sit in my room all day, overthinking things, so I went to the library. As I entered the building, it was crowded. Like usual. The only free spot was the one old table near the back next to the window. The one where literally no one sits at.

Why? Because it's one of the older tables. It's smaller than the others too. It's doesn't have a computer there and it has lots of old gum under it. But, I had nothing better to do. So, I went over and sat down at that old table in the back next to the window. I sighed and turned my head to look out of it. geez how cliche can i get? acting like i'm the main character of a anime smh.

when i looked out, the first thing I saw was Karma Akabane. Leaning on a tree, sleeping. I feel like every time I look out, he's right there. Sleeping against that same old tree. I looked into my bag and pulled out my scissors which was in my pencil case. I than used the blade of it and carved

I'M BORED
into the old wood table. Surprisingly, there weren't really any other markings like carved ones.

As I looked out the window again I expected to see a sleeping red haired boy, but instead I saw an awake red haired boy. Who was looking right at me through the window.  Our eyes met for the very first time. I never realized how pretty his eyes were up till now, but then again he was quite far away so i couldn't see very well. He smirked at me and waved but I just turned my head down again looking at the table.

I don't really like it when guys look at me from afar. It makes me feel awkward. like they're silently judging me. i know that i'm very insecure and that no one actually cares that much but for some reason i can't keep but feel this way. And that's probably why I'm never gonna get a boyfriend. oh great, i'm overthinking about things. the exact reason why i didn't go home in the first place. so I got up from the old table in the back next to the window, and left.

~~~~~~~~~next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yet another boring day has passed by already. Which was mostly me sleeping in class. All the stuff we learn is really boring. god, how many times does that word seem to pop up in my head. i sighed as I got up and went outside. And who was leaning up again that same old tree sleeping? Karma Akabane.

For some odd reason, I went back to the library. Just like yesterday, and sat down at that same old table in the back next to the window. The thing I carved into the wooden table was still there. But, something else was also carved into it. Something that I was sure wasn't there yesterday.

I'M BORED

HI BORED. I'M BORED TOO

My eyes widened as I quickly sat down in the chair and traced my finger over the carved part. I looked around the library to see if anyone was looking at me but no one was. Even so, I grabbed my scissors and used to the blad to in-carve

WHO R U?

I sighed as I looked out the window again. The red headed boy was still leaning against the tree. Smirking at me. Yet again he waved but I just blushed and looked away. i mentally slapped myself for not being able to just do something as simple as smile. why was i like this? When I slightly looked over there again I saw him laughing. Was he laughing at me? Probably.

~~~~~~~~next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This time, I didn't even bother to look out the window of my classroom. And instead went straight to that old table in the back next to the window.

I'M BORED

HI BORED. I'M BORED TOO.

WHO R U?

I COULD ASK THE SAME THING TO U. BUT THIS TABLE IS SMALL. RUNNING OUT OF ROOM. MATH BOOK.

i raised an eyebrow at this. whoever this other 'Bored' person was wrote this on the wooden table with a pen instead of carving it. it honestly looked pretty obnoxious now due to how big they wrote it. even so, i smiled at this. And I quickly searched for a math book around the table. But I didn't find one.  Someone must've saw the notes before me. And they probably took the book or something. I sighed and sat down. But, as I did, I felt like the table was really uneven. But, it's old, so i took no mind to it.

As I turned my head looking out of the window, the same red headed boy was there. Looking at me. He waved again. Just like he's done the past few days. I looked away again and found myself falling asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I went to the old table in the back next to window, I felt like someone was looking at me. I looked around but saw no one.  No new message from "Bored". Probably because I couldn't find the math book. They were waiting for my response. wow i left them delivered in real life. how sad.

So, I went searching for the math book. And truth behold, I'm literally the stupidest person who lived. (SINCE YALL KEEP SAYING (Y/N) IS A DUMBASS IN THE COMMENTS LIKE CHILL) The book was literally in the most obvious place ever. Like, how did I not see it yesterday? It was right under one of the table legs.

No wonder why I thought the table felt uneven. I quickly grabbed it and when I opened it, a letter fell right out. As I grabbed it, it read:

Dear Bored,

Every time I see you peek out the window I can't help but smile at your shyness. I know who you are. But you shall never know who I am. Haha.

Love,
BORED

(y'all keep saying pedo but like you and Bored are in the same grade🤡)

I kept rereading it over and over again. Their handwriting was just as before. As I finally stopped, I looked out the window. And as expected, Karma Akabane was looking at me. He smiled like usual and waved. I looked away and back down at the piece of paper. Whenever I look away from him, he stops looking at me too.

But, as I was writing down something on another piece of paper to "Bored" I felt like his eyes were still on me.

Dear Bored,

Well that's just unfair. You know who I am, but I don't know who you are? At least give me a clue?

Love,
Bored

I put my piece of paper into the math book before putting the book itself right where it was when I found it.

Under one of the table legs.

~~~~~~~~~next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked over to the old table in the back right next to the window. I sat down and just sighed while tracing the carvings on the table. I picked up the math book up from under one of the table legs and opened it.

Dearest friend Bored,

It's just for the best right now. Don't worry you'll find out who I am when the timing is right. As for a clue...hmmm. Well, I guess it's only far. The math book. That's your clue. My favorite subject is math. Text me btw, here's my number
696-696-6969

Love,
Bored

I smiled. Hmmm, favorite subject is math. Well, that doesn't help me much. I know lots of people who love math. Maybe if they told me what class they were in, it'll help. I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote one word.

Okay

I then put it into the book and put the book back. Right under the table leg. And, as usual I looked outside the window. And, just like normal, Karma Akabane was leaning against the tree. Smirking at me. His smirk soon turned into a smile as he noticed me looking at him. He waved, but this time, I waved back while smiling. wow i'm finally making progress in my sad pathetic life

I opened the door to house and sighed i pulled off my shoes and walked up to my room. i laid down on my bed and closed my eyes when i suddenly felt my phone vibrate. I checked who it was from but saw it was from an unknown number.

hey

who are you?

it's me, bored

wait, how'd u get my number? u
were the one who gave me urs

i have my sources

and from then on we started texting everyday. i didn't know who they were but... for some reason they just were so special to me. like they were the only reason i was ever happy. or the reason i even felt anything.

~~~~~~~~~~7 months later~~~~~~~~~~~

There wasn't any note from "Bored". My okay was still inside the book too. Which was still under the table leg. just like how they left me. yea. just a month ago they suddenly.. disappeared. they ghosted me. i texted them everyday still. the last thing they ever said to me was no

I asked if they were mad at me and that's why they stopped talking to me. a simple no was all I got. Even though there was nothing from them on the table, I still sat down. And traced my fingers over the engraved letters in the table.

I looked out the window, expecting to see the same red haired boy. Who would always smile and wave. But, this time... when I looked out. He wasn't there. I sighed as I got up from the seat. i haven't come here that much lately, I just did because i hoped that maybe Bored said something on the table. but no

The next few days went by. And still nothing from Bored. But, everyday i still went to that same table. And traced the letters on the table. Wondering what happened to Bored. Who they were. Where they are. maybe i'm just stuck in the past. it's probably just because my life is so empty. it seems that i have no purpose in my life. i have no problems but nor do i have any fun. it's so plain. i turned my head and looked out the window, the red headed boy wasn't there anymore.

Because word spread, that he got suspended for the rest of the year. And will be in the E-class next year.

(i definitely didn't write "rumour had it that he killed himself😎🤟)

~~~~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~~

I'm in class 3-A now. And still, I go and sit at the old table in the back next to the window, despite i could have sat at one of the nice tables now that i'm a upperclassmen along with the fact i'm the class A. i always get weird stares as i sit here but i couldn't really care less. i just hope that Bored will one day come back and respond. Even though, I know deep in my heart, they probably won't.

Things are boring without them.

As I walked over to the table in the back next to the window, and sat down. I noticed, they changed the table. The carvings from me and Bored are gone, including our story.

The table was bigger, it didn't have an uneven angle. And it wasn't wood, but was instead plastic. But even so, I sat down. And looked out the window. Remembering all the many times I saw the adorable red headed boy. Smirking at me, waving at me, smiling at me. The memory of it makes me sad.

Truly nothing lasts forever.

(When I spelled truly, spellcheck thought I meant Turkey and when I read it killed the mood)

But, here I am. Wanting to go back to the past. Still holding on to all my old memories that will never take place anymore. My memories are the key to my past. And will always be.

So, today, I didn't go to the library. I didn't go to the new table in the back next to the window. And instead, I walked over to the tree, where I had seen my older red headed classmate smile and wave at me. So many times. I sat down and leaned against the old tree. It was comfortable. And I smiled as I looked into the window where I had sat so many times.

Waiting for Bored.

Just as i was about to get up, I noticed a red headed boy sit down at that new table in the back next to the window.  I watched as he sighed and looked out the window. I was starring at him. But, this time, instead of him smiling and waving at me, I smiled and waved at him. damn is this why he sat at this tree? ive never been so bold in my life, which is honestly kinda sad liek congrats i waved to a boy first. yay.

He smirked slightly and did a small wave. Like that one time I had waved back to him. he laughed when he saw my reaction, yea he's making fun of me.

I watched as he got up from the seat and left the new table at the back next to the window. I sighed again and looked down at my hands. I pulled all the notes that Bored had left me out of my pocket and reread them. why do i miss them so much? it's not like i really mattered to them, nor were they a big part in my life. after all they just left me. i haven't talked to them in about a year now. But, as I was rereading one, a little paper airplane landed right into my hands. My eyes widened as I slowly opened it.

Dear Bored,

I'm sorry.

Love,
Bored

My hands were shaking as I just reread the note over and over again. what the fuck. this can't be real.  i kept staring at it until I felt my own tears roll down my face and onto the paper. ewwww why am i crying. disgusting.

i curled up and hugged my knees to my chest, hoping that no one was looking at me. geez if anyone saw me they'd 100% be laughing  at me. "look it's that weird upperclassmen who doenst talk. wonder if she's mute. ahaha"

i tried to understand what was going on. they can't just ghost me for this long and suddenly walk in saying sorry. a normal person would probably get mad but in my case i was scared. what if they're some creepy stalker who wants to kidnap me? okay maybe i've been reading too many horror manhwas but still.

Soon, I heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the grass and the few leaves that were on the ground. When I looked up, I saw a tall red headed boy. Who smiled at me.

"(L/N) what are you doing? are you okay?"

i turned my head as i felt someone sit next to me and put their jacket around me. i turned my head and saw a boy. oh it's him. he smiled at me after noticing that i've been crying. well that's embarrassing.

"uh- yea um im fine aha, thanks for er- asking." i said and smiled awkwardly at him. god i suck, i can't even talk right. so wonder i have no friends.

"Oi, Asano."

my head turned back and i looked up and saw Karma, where he was standing before. "don't touch her." he said, his voice flat.

"Akabane, what are you doing here?" the boy next to me asked as he stood up. i guess he was talking about the fact that the class E was nowhere near here.

"(Y/N), come here." Karma said which was directed towards me. i didn't move. in full honesty, i didn't know any of these two very well. actually, i've never said a word to any of them before today. i just wanted to go home.

"Don't tell her what to do. i was nearly seeing if she was okay due to that i noticed she was crying. it's my duty as student council president to check up on everyone, especially people within my own class."
Asano said back to him.

the other boy rolled his eyes, but instead simply just walked up to me and put a piece of paper in my hands. "text me okay?" he said as he smiled and winked at me. i raised an eyebrow and crumpled the piece of paper in my hand.

i pulled the coat that the other boy had just put on my shoulders and handed it back to him. "It's okay, Asano-kun. i'm alright, thank you for uh.. checking in on me. i'm going to go now. bye." i said and turned around.

that's when i felt my phone vibrate. i pulled it out and saw i had 2 texts messages.

from bored:

i'm so sorry.

from unknown number:

hi bored. i'm bored too.

somi.mint

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

yea i changed the ending cause YALL WOULDNT STOP COMPLAINING GRRR BARK ABRK

also please don't take offense to that i love you all and i'm so glad you decided to read this shitty book and i really appreciate all of you 💗💗🥺💘💓💞

BUT STILL

Okay, I know. It's short

I'm sorry, this one literally only took me like, yesterday and a bit of today.

I have nothing to do, so I decided to write a rather sort one shot for you guys.

Sorry if you think it's cheesy. It probably has a lot of spellcheck mistakes because I didn't reread it.

Ha, that's actually kinda funny. I didn't reread it.

No? Ok than..

Date ~ Friday, July 13, 2018
Word count ~ 2,077 words.

Ha, it's Friday the 13th lol