The alarm blares in it's usual monotonous and boring tune, the sound so loud that it causes your ears to ring in that familiar dull wake up call of a school day. You force your eyes open, blinking the small and stinging sleep dust from your crusted eyes, your body moves in it's usual groggy and bogged down way, inelegant in your still half conscious state. Head pounding and body still agonizingly heavy, you reach for your lifeline, your elixir of life...your phone.
It's sleek black case finds its way to your hand, the comforting and shockingly cold plastic bringing you to that pleasant and hypnotic confidence that comes with the knowledge of your freedom online. The weight feels perfectly adapted to your hand, its proportions making it sit snuggly in the cradle of your still groggy fingers. The cold glass screen lights up, the plastic buzzes (as it frequently does). It is a notification from your college course, a simple and unimportant message that your tired and heavy body opens without hesitation. You have nothing better to do, might as well have a look.
Attention all students:
Dailey reminder- no one under 18 is permited on campus
Important messages for today- No football practice due to poor weather conditions, beware of the woods due to frequent rockfalls.
Major notification for sports majors: No exam today due to the arrival of a new student, try to make her feel welcome. Student name Akane Himena.
Well that was new, you can tell that everyone in your class is going to go crazy, its the third late coming student this month, and only the fourth girl out of a class now consisting of twenty four students, even you feel the tinge of excitement at having more girls in your class. Would you finally get a girlfriend... "nah," you think casually, "who would even go for a guy like me." You laugh bitterly, mouth forming that familiar self depreciating O that it usually takes when laughing at an unfunny joke or situation.
You stand lazily, placing your phone carefully, almost reverently back on the desk. "Time to start the day," you say to yourself as you peel away the scratchy fabric of your pyjamas. The shirt peels off of your back with a strangely satisfying ripping sound akin to that of the sound one might make when you peel a banana. Your biceps flex soothingly as you roll your shoulders, feeling the freedom of mobility you have now that you are shirtless. You stretch high, feeling the tugging and loosening of you bunched and knotted muscles, the satisfying crack of your spine as you arch your back in your usual morning stretch.
You glance at the clock on one of the many boringly grey dormitory walls, the clock reads 6:30. Still over two hours before class, "why is it set so early" you think annoyed and fully awake, the blaring alarm had stopped on its own a while ago. You tear your pyjama bottoms off angrily, your impressive member swaying as you throw your pyjamas into a washing basket with almost childish fury.
Your chest rises in the beginings of a sigh, your breath hitches slightly, lungs puffing up with air, then you exhale, a low soft yet distinctly annoyed sound that causes your chest to vibrate in frustration. You'll have to set it for a more reasonable time. You add that to a mountain of things you need to do but probably won't.
You check the mirror, wanting to see how much weight you've lost.
Your stomach is pleasantly flat with the beginings of six distinct bumps in a grid like pattern, a six pack, your skin is a pale bronze, tanned in the perfect way to gives you that stereotypical athletes look, tall ripped and arguably handsome.
Nose slightly crooked in that rugged tough guy look, eyes soft and friendly and being more of a medium height, a modest 5ft 10" gives you that kind and sporty look that gives off friendly vibes without any real sex appeal. An averagely sporty guy with no romantic interests at all thats who you are... right?
"Yeah no need to overthink anything," you think shrugging, and finally you start to put some clothes back on.
You pull a pair of boxers on, the rough fabric scrapes almost comfortingly against your lower limbs. You adjust yourself to make sure its comfortable and resting in a way that wont embarrass you if the worst happens. After that you root through your wardroab, not unlike a boar snuffling for truffels. Your hands wrap around clothes and once found unsatisfactory, you throw them carelessly behind you, each fistfull of clothes either too small or too shaggy for school.
A pair of unmarked jeans finds its way into your almost frantic, snuffling hands. You quickly slip them on. The rough denim material rubs against your legs and knocking your member out of its snug cradle in your boxers, you growl and adjust yet again. Finally, you do your flies up.
Next you look for a shirt, anything will do, "anything goes with jeans," you think to yourself as you carelessly pluck a simple grey T-shirt from the top of your discarded clothes pile. Pulling the soft cotton fabric over your head, you feel it scrape and slide pleasantly over your back and chest. You slip your lean arms into their respective holes, the fabric feels smooth and familiar against your biceps. Your fingers tug at the bottom of the shirt, forcing the fabric easily over your muscular core and lower back. You sway to make sure the shirt isn't too tight around your shoulders and chest, you experimentally flex your decently sized biceps to give you a better idea of how much room your arms have.
The shirt stretches but doesn't bite, the fabric pulling in a comfortable and almost satisfying way around your upper arm and chest, making you feel bigger and more muscular than you actually are. "Meh...this'll do." You think as you grab one of your many identical navy blue satin sporting jackets. Baggy and breathable, perfect for running and exercise. You pull your arms through easily, the fabric hanging loosely despite your sizably lean build. you find the looseness freeing and pleasant, the weight inconsequential to your decision to the jacket a size or two too big.
You glance at the pile of clothes situated behind you, its not towering but it's still an annoying size to fold and pack away and it's too much of an eyesore to just leave in the middle of your room. You huff and in your usual lazy and seemingly uncaring attitude, you pick up the pile and toss it casually back into the wardrobe, slamming the doors and making sure the clothes don't fall out again.
Your chest rises again, deep breath in, allowing air to rush your lungs like a charging bull. As soon as the air is in, it's forced out in a low sigh, the air being forced through your teeth this time, the sigh comes out as a low and almost relieved hiss.
Just the perfect way to start the day.