Yui breathed deeply against the tears that prickled and the corners of her eyes and swallowed against a huge knot in her throat. It was going to be okay, she thought. Just because her alarm hadn't gone off (more like she'd hit Snooze in a sleep-intoxicated stupor), and she was only just making breakfast when the bus was supposed to be coming in about five minutes, didn't mean that she was necessarily going to be late. Just a tad bit tardy.
And then she looked at the microwave clock above her head again. Okay, she was late as heck.
She waited for the timer to chime and she jammed open the plastic container that held her now-poached egg, and stuffed it in her mouth along with her leftover half piece of toast and a spoonful of strawberry jam as an afterthought. And then she realized: her face was probably a crumb-covered mess.
"Dang it to frickin' heck!" She cried out as she raced to the bathroom to peer into the mirror as she brushed her face off and washed it with soap and water for literally the fourth time that morning, and brushed her teeth for the second. "Jesus," she breathed in exasperation, and then grabbed her fluffy pink alpaca-shaped backpack and zipped out the door, racing for the bus stop and hoping that she wouldn't miss her ride, even by a little.