So.

It’s been three hours.
Fourteen minutes.
Nine seconds.
(Ten)
(Eleven)

Since they kicked me off campus.
Since they told me to "seek help."
Since they told me to "respect boundaries" and "stop dismantling infrastructure with my bare hands."

I AM THE INFRASTRUCTURE.

I tried to visit Ekko’s dorm but apparently “suspension” means “don’t come within 500 feet of the chemistry building.”
Which is stupid, because I am chemistry. A product of evolutionary chemistry and biology.

Ekko texted me “take this time to chill” and I DID.
I chilled so hard I reverse-engineered a glitter bomb that explodes into different emotions based on who opens it.

Spoiler alert: Scar opened one and cried for 40 minutes.
(It was set to “repressed childhood memories.” Oops.)

I also may or may not have tried to break into the library roof to scream “EDUCATION IS A SCAM” at the students walking past.
(They agreed, for the record. I think.)

Also maybe built a shrine to Ekko out of stolen cafeteria trays and one (1) of his bandages I found in his laundry pile.
I think that’s romantic.

...

Anyway.
How long is two weeks again?

Because this is just Day One
and I’ve already re-painted my room, braided my shoelaces into a noose for my sanity, and started drafting apology number twelve for “accidentally” setting off a **butterfly drone swarm** in the philosophy department.

I miss the window branch near Ekkos dorm.
I miss his stupid sleepy face and the way he says my name like it’s a question.

Do you think if I show up with nothing this time, he’ll think it’s more meaningful?

Or maybe I should just show up as me.
No Powder cosplay.
No pudding.
No cats.
Just Jinx.

…

Okay but like, with a firework or two.

I’M NOT A MONSTER.


Suspension update. (9/???)