~Len's POV~

Another boring day of school. The only thing that I was looking forward to was seeing Ollie's smiling face. It was a bit awkward yesterday, but I'm sure he hasn't noticed.

When I got to school, the teacher greeted me like any other day.

"Good morning, Len~!" Her turquoise twintails swayed with every movement she made.

"Morning, Miss," I replied without even looking up at her.

In the classroom was the normal gathering of kids. Piko, Yuuma, Teto, and others. I wasn't close to many of the kids in my class, so I only knew those three. Other than some kids in the other classes.

"Huh?" I looked around. "Where's Oliver?" Yuuma overheard me and replied to me without looking up—just as I had done to the teacher.

"He's home sick, I heard." Yuuma shrugged, and continued to dig through the bin of toys which was next to the doorway.

"O-oh...." I had never felt more disappointed and broken in my life. Oliver had never missed a day of school, so it was strange not to have him here. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't bear to be with Rin for more than five seconds before feeling like throwing up, and I didn't have many friends in any of the classes other than Oliver.

I sniffled, tears brimming at my eyelids as I moved a hand up to wipe them away before they spilled over. I was too late. I kept wiping and wiping, but the tears kept coming. I couldn't hold them back. Oliver was my only friend, and I couldn't bear a day without him. How am I supposed to keep going if he's not there with me?

"Ah!" I heard someone gasp behind me as I sobbed into my sleeve.

"Don't cry, Len! What's wrong?" It was the same girl from before. I couldn't make out any words, just sobs. She picked me up and held me to her shoulder, hushing my sobs.

"Hey, it's okay.... Shh...." I slowly stopped crying and nuzzled my face into her shoulder. I hadn't regarded the teacher before, but she really cared about us all, didn't she...? I had never met her boyfriend, but he teaches Rin's class and he seems nice too.

"That's it.... You okay?" She pulled me away from her shoulder and gave me a worried smile. I nodded slowly, still sniffling and wiping at my eyes.

"Good.... Do you need me to call your mother or father...?" She looked genuinely concerned, and I couldn't stay here without Oliver, so I nodded.

"Alright, come with me." The girl smiled worriedly and carried me inside the classroom to the phone. She held me as she flipped through the phone book, looking for my parents' phone number. Once she dialed in the numbers, I heard my mom's faint voice through the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes, this is Miku. Hatsune Miku. I'm your son's teacher. He was crying this morning and asked me to call you.... I'm not sure how you'd like to handle this from this point on...." The girl who called herself Miku chatted with my mom for a while until I heard the words I wanted.

"Alright, I'll come pick him up then." Sighing, Miku mumbled an "Okay," and hung up.

"Len, your mother is coming to pick you up, alright? Why don't you come and get your things." Miku brought me over to where we all had hung our coats and backpacks. She set me down and helped me get my things together before saying, "Let's go wait at the door for her, alright?"

I nodded and followed her to the door where we waited in silence for my mom to come.

We didn't talk much, but it was nice when we did. Miku was nice to me, and really cared about my feelings. I wonder if her boyfriend was the same way....

"Ah, there's your mother's car." Miku grabbed my hand and led me outside to my mother, who looked extremely worried.

"I wonder what's wrong...." My mom mumbled while talking to Miku.

Miku shrugged, looking defeated. "I honestly don't know.... He was fine until he walked in the classroom. He just started sobbing for some reason...."

My mother sighed. "Alright, well, thank you for taking care of him until I got here."

"Oh, it's no problem. I love children, so this little guy really worried me. I take care of him every day like he's my own child." Miku giggled softly, shaking her head.

"Thank you again. Well, I'll be off then." My mom smiled and thanked Miku before leaving. She didn't talk to me while we drove, only sent worried glances through the mirror in my direction.

I did my best to ignore her, until, "Len, why did you cry...?" My mom sounded hesitant to ask the question.

I didn't look at her, or reply. I only shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want her to know that the reason was Oliver. She'd probably hate him. There really wouldn't have been a reason to, though. Even if I had told her. She's just...that way, I guess.

My mother sighed, knowing that she wouldn't get anything else out of me. Smart move.

We sat there in silence all the way until we got home. I eagerly hopped out of the car, wanting to just sit in my bed and cry all day. I didn't want to do anything, and I wasn't in the mood to do anything either.

My mother looked a bit relieved to see me eagerly moving about and wanting to get inside so bad, but she still looked concerned. Opening the door, she headed into the kitchen to most likely make me a snack as I bursts through and ran straight to my bedroom and flopped onto the bed.

It was no use trying to move me at that point. I wouldn't budge. I sat there in silence for a while as I felt the warm blankets radiating my hot breath back onto my face. I didn't move until I heard my mom's footsteps coming up to my bedroom door.

She knocked, and I let out a muffled noise that even I didn't know what to call it.

"Len?" My mom peeked her head through the door and walked in. She had a tray of snacks in her hands. Called it.

I looked up at her with somewhat ready eyes. She gave me another concerned look. Handing me a snack bowl from the tray, she said, "Why don't you finish that and get some rest, alright?"

I nodded and took a grape from the bowl she handed me, popping it into my mouth.

My mom let out a soft chuckle before kissing the top of my head and walking out.

After quickly finishing the bowl of fruit, I snuggled up under the blankets of my bed and drifted off to sleep. It wasn't hard for me to fall asleep; I was already tired enough.