A Good Excuse

At the first ray of dawn, a pair of crimson and blue eyes opened, the beautiful contrast of irises illuminating the faintly dark bedroom with a captivating color of red and blue.

Slowly, he rose from the bed, sitting up before brushing off his face.

[Time for class!] The system notification awakened him, and he quickly got up from the bed. Nolan carefully tucked in the sheets before leaving for the bathroom.

It was a habit of his that he had carried over from his previous life, and it stemmed from a simple belief.

Every day in his previous life had always been bad, but at least Nolan knew if he made his bed before leaving for the day, he would come home to a well-made bed that would kiss and hug him, faintly telling him, it'll be okay.

So why not?

That was his belief, and now it had persisted in his present lifetime.