Realistic or Modern sundrop & honeylatte's' rp | ic

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KEISUKE KUROSAWA.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Has anyone seen my bag?”

“Keisuke dear, wake up!”​

Keisuke groaned, turning on his side and muffling his ears under a pillow. Mornings at the Kurosawas were usually hectic, but today, the noise dial was cranked up a whole notch. School had begun for both of the older Kurosawa children, which was just an added wave of stress on top of their parents’ morning routine before work and Emi’s whining for attention (and food).

It seemed like Keisuke, despite having lived seventeen years enduring this commotion, was doing everything in his power to preserve his beauty sleep... knowing he’d fail miserably. Just as predicted, a knock on his room door, followed by the sound of the door being creaked open, signalled that his time for sleeping was up. Keisuke did not even need to lift his face from beneath the pillow to know that his stepmother, Asako, was poking her head through the crack of his door.

“Time to wake up, Keisuke. You don’t want to be late for school!” she urged, her voice lined with concern.

He could very well ignore anyone’s pleads to wake up, but Asako was another case. He couldn’t deal with the guilt of being rude to her, as she was not only of a sensitive nature, but exuded such genuine warmth and love for him. As such, he gingerly (albeit obediently) stumbled out of bed.

Through the squint of his eyes he could tell she was relieved, and he waited for her to return to the living room to let out a sloppy yawn. He checked the clock, which read 8:15 am.

So damn early.

Keisuke let out another yawn, and jumped back into bed. He said he would wake up, but he never said he wasn't going back to sleep.

//​

At around 11:30 am, Keisuke’s eyes fluttered open. He itched his chest, turning over to one side to stare out the sheerly draped window. The sky was a bright baby blue, and the trees danced in the spring breeze. It seemed like a decent enough day, and Keisuke wasn’t going to fall back asleep anytime soon.

He rose to his feet, washed up, and headed to the living room to grab something from the kitchen. The house was unusually quiet, what with everyone gone to work or school (or, in Emi's case, daycare). Even the fridge was nearly empty; though it was probably Keisuke who’d eaten everything the night before. Grumbling to himself, he looked around to see if there was any leftover breakfast, and lo and behold, a plate of eggs and toast was covered just for him.

He bit into the cold toast, absentmindedly chewing as he sat on the kitchen counter.

Should he have gone to class instead of going back to sleep? Maybe. Was he feeling a bit bad about it because Asako set aside breakfast for him? Maybe. Did he want to endure another four or so hours in class? Absolutely not.

Still, Keisuke knew his goody-two-shoes sister was going to be spilling every last detail about her school day around the dinner table, and because of that his family would expect to hear his experience as well. If his dad caught on to the fact that he’d been skipping classes again, he would be dead meat.

Wanting to preserve his dignity and his life, Keisuke finally changed into his uniform, grabbed his leather school bag, and trudged off to school. At least, he would be seeing his friends (aka partners-in-crime) in class. They could clown around on the rooftop during lunch, or maybe play basketball to prepare for the upcoming sports tournament. Whatever the case, today, Keisuke was going to do everything in his power not to study.

黒沢 圭輔
MOOD | bored.
ATTIRE | uniform.
LOCATION | en route to school.