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The flashing save screen kept his eyes glued as clattering of plates fell on deaf ears, but eventual footsteps pricked his attention.
“Come on nowww~, why are you still on that game?”
“What are you talking about, mom? I’m just done.”
“Whatever, it’s dinner time—clean your plate later, dad’s coming home late today.”
“...Okay mom.”
His mom hunch-back’s shrugged as the boy’s stoic face blooms a grin, neatly cleaning his “mess”, another non-dismissive expression done for today.
[NON RESET] [CONTINUE]
His blood-related mother are rather laid-back and usually put up an odd mask with some individuals like dad’s boss, neighbors, or his school friends—not technically close but they are always friendly with new kids as they are imposed to do so by their parents.
Hmm, I don’t know much about their parents but not more of them are different so…shouldn’t be bad
“Heeeyyy! Kurusu!! Gonna gunning today with us?”
A small hand wrap around his neck as soon as they jumped at him, speechless, the boy called “Kurusu” glues a smile like how his mother always do, it’s always effective, not letting people know what you think and not knowing their thoughts too unless they unconsciously spill their hearts—which sounds ridiculously weird.
“Ahh, nah, mom’s don’t want me to play~”
“Whhaaat~! Your mom’s a helicopter or somethin’? Wanna skip it out with us, we gotcha back!”
“Dude, ‘helicopter’ ain’t even close, your language getting worse man.”
“Heh, you're gonna regret this Kurusu!! Next time, remember!!”
“No way, not interested!”
The brash boy scoffs at him as his gang scatter away, his displeased emotion didn’t come that important to Kurusu so any [OPTIONS] are always fine with kids like him, his waving palm drop at the moment their backpacks gone with a faded smile on his small lips.
Urgh, his parent ain’t putting sugars in his lunch today right, seriously go play yourself
Decorated bricks line up with his steady walks, at some point he twirls his body at crossroad but falls on his butt instead, with nobody present, the boy stands and walks like usual.
Did mom say anything about dinner? No? I honestly don’t remember…eh maybe Mr. Fridge had something
Across his street, a clump of taller people inch closer to someone in the middle as Kurusu stares, his legs halt and forwardly approach them, they quickly notice his intense stare as their legs kick Kurusu’s small shoulder.
Ow, that’s really hurt—ah, that person’s running away
“Hey–! Look whatcha done kid!! What yer gonna do now?!”
“...hm…”
He’s right, now what? No money, no phone, fragile…hmmm, what to do?
“Hey—!! Yer deaf?”
“Bro, I think a police guy’s coming this way.”
“HAH??!”
Despite him clearly not trusting a random kid, a blaring alarm shook the dude and his group as their compliance caught up to them, a swift sigh as Kurusu glances at a radio cord afar, gives it a thumbs up.
Just a bit of noise and they are already flying…what a bad place to do things, naïve bros
His normally hollow chest now bubbling as his smirk widening like that time dealing with his mom, Kurusu hops and twirls but this time he successfully lands as Kurusu cheers quietly.
Success!! Wooohhh!!
[CONTINUE][WAKE-UP]
Kurusu eyelids flutter as a coldly-moving fan stares at him, without a noise, a black object approaches him, its wetness shudders the teen as it roars.
This cat’s so weird…the look in its eye, did I feed ‘em somewhere? But if it’s this friendly then it’s okay right
His muscles move his palm as haziness clamps Kurusu’s fingertip, the cat dodges his pats as it roars again, this time frustrating at his assuming act.
Huh. It doesn’t like headpats? This cat is so troublesome…
“...hey, go back to your owner, I’m not free to play with ya.”
The black cat agape at his request, inside somewhere in Kurusu, a sinking that existed but never transmitted to his memory, Kurusu just felt like this cat was supposed to be understood, its eyes teary as it lunged down the stairs.
Sorry kitty, playing with an unwell dude ain’t that fun, tell ya that…am I sick? Hah, shit.
Unnoticed, the haziness already overwhelms his waking mechanism as Kurusu drifts off to the unknown end.
…Is it always like this? Where’s that ‘place’? Like a dream, a memory? What memory?
“ —Hey, Akira, Doc’s here to check ya, wake up-!”
Who is it? Mom never let strangers into the house easily—her friend? What’s that gotta do with me?
“Eurgh? Rdghn…”
“Damn even his speech ain’t that coherent anymore, can’t you do something about this, Doc?”
“Sakura-san, not all my medicine works like magic, I just want to check how Kurusu-kun is doing…”
Kurusu blink at two adults as they argue, the drool on his chin plops on his toe as Kurusu works up a speech.
“Heeeeyyy, we can do it guys no woooriiess, ye?”
“Akira…This is no good, Sojiro! We gotta get him to the hospital! This doctor can’t do anything!”
A smaller girl with gigantic headphones hangs around her neck shrieking with total panic in her pupils, the hunch-back gentleman scratching his beard as the gothic ‘doctor’ glances at the teen, noticing her gaze, the teen raising his thumbs playfully but results with her wincing expression.
Huh? Ah, wrong [OPTIONS] i guess, where’s the resetting button…
“H? Ma phone, not wonkin’?”
“You don’t remember? You leave it uncharged for a week! Everyone tell me they gonna visit you after school so hang on, okay—”
The girl tears up as a droplet rolls on her cheek, Kurusu blinks as an itch wells up against his stomach but what fell out was a cackling laugh.
I can’t stop laughing, what the hell’s happening? They are literally scared of you doing this, dude! Stop—
“Ahahaha~ Ye, why y'all so sad? Not like I’m dying? Or am I though? Anyway, it’s getting hot, can’t y'all get out? Thanks! *cough*”
Slowly, they all leave him behind as Kurusu reaches behind him a familiar shaped pig and puts it on his head, at this rate he can’t sleep anyway, Kurusu drinks a few thoughts in his melting head, swelling as hoarse coughs deafening his ears.
I mess up, welp no resets anyway so who cares? Not Igor…huh, who’s that.
Fragile sunlight twinkles above his limp body, crowding footsteps on that stair didn’t make Kurusu notice or as much a flinch, the sick teen crook his head to the side as quintuple worried faces startle, the brown fluffy-haired girl waves a high-class basket with a weak grin.
“Hello, Akira-kun-! We didn’t hear anything from you for the last two weeks…are you feeling better?”
Of course I’m not, you idiots just wrapping me like this, how can I breathe…
“No, I’m…*wheeze* a bit better—last night.”
“You def lying, dude, sorry about yesterday though—Hey-! Scooch out a lil’, guys!”
The brazen gold-haired guy pops in immediately after the girl breaks the ice, furthermore he seems to be quick-witted about this kind of thing, Kurusu would muster a smile like usual but he can’t, hollowness feels like his friend right now.
Hah, what a nice guy
“Ah–! Hey! Stop pushing me, Ryuji! Akira, hey, don’t worry about class, okay? I already copied the lessons in your notebook like last time so get better.”
While bicker with the dude, the flashy-looking girl gently told him about school work while bite back hidden emotion in her throat, clearly she don’t need to but the girl did it anyway so appreciation is a part of Kurusu’s empty thoughts, he would nod but the sickness froze his spine to the point kind thought vanishes.
Stop crying damnit, I’m getting a headache here.
His vision blurs as Kurusu pushes his weight upward, just like how mom told him, his lips are perfectly positioned—not too offensive or crudely weird, plain’s good.
The kitty yesterday…is it not here? Does that Shun know? Gotta ask it later
“Haru and I put together this basket for you, Akira, that fever should be off for a few days from now…But do you think it’s the drug “they” gave you?”
The gang gasps at her hypothesis but the navy-haired boy shook his head as his arm folded gracefully.
“Not possible, Makoto, didn’t they mistakenly torture the cognitive Akira instead of the real one?”
“The bruises are visible on his face too so I don’t think it’s that far-fetched to think both Akira are drugged, for them to experience the same mental state…”
A swift rattle sound on his shelf ringing the room, pulling everyone’s eyes on Ryuji as his teeth gnaws vehemently.
“Those fucking bastards—!! Ain’t it against the law to hurt a minor?! We should sue them, can’t your sister do something, Makoto-?!”
The upright girl lightly shook her head as her brows knitted together, Kurusu glanced at her pale knuckles curled up together as the rest couldn't come up with another thing to argue, Kurusu left in awe as something bubbled inside his chest.
Ah shit, don’t smile now you dipshit…ain’t they thinking better now than before? But to see these kids helpless against this consequence—it’s kinda amusing
“ —Isn’t this, our consequences ? *cough* But since I’m getting all of it, there’s nothing to be scared of, yeah? ”
Kurusu believes he word his pronunciation and tone correctly but he can’t fathom the terrified expressions on his ‘teammates’, it’s like he says something wrong, wrong [OPTIONS] for this ‘event cutscene’.
Oh noo, again? My judgment is kinda loose when I’m sick, they ain’t gonna freak out that bad…right?
“HEHEHEh—don’t worry guys, it’s *cough* sick, just some rest an’ we good?
Ryuji exchanges a knowing look at the rest as they steadily go down as the room’s void of noise, the dude drags a chair to sit next to Kurusu, despite Kurusu knowing that pained emotion, he can’t copy his emotion right now.
No good, gotta match his expression…
“Akira, um, about Morgana and Futaba—they told us about you bein’ really weird, I don’t believe it ‘cause you’re sometime like that but yeah, this is too weird.”
“I thought you like me being like that? Too weird? Are you scared of me Ryuji?”
Why did I say it like that, I’m not trying to push his buttons…
“Uh, duh like you’re high on drugs or something, seriously even Haru ‘bout to cry shitless…”
Kurusu’s throat tingles as his laugh merges with a fit of aching coughs causing new color on Ryuji’s face as he pats Kurusu’s back, he holds the palm on his body, a genuine smirk bloom on his face.
“Happy Halloween, Ryuji~! Are you guys really scared?"
His face quickly turns into bright shade as his palm slaps the teen’s cold back, along with an embarrassed yell, Ryuji’s finger flicks the end of his lashes.
HEheh, he’s so worried that he gotta do something if I’m not sane huh…nah, he don’t have guts to do it, Ryuji’s a good boy
“You bastard! Get better ya hear me? Pullin’ a trick on us like that, what a jerk.”
“ *cough* got ittt.”
[3 MISTAKES] [COMPLETE ERASING] [CONTINUE]
Twilight came around as Kurusu woke from his sleep, the untouch pills lay still on the cardboard as he spared a glance at his description but no will or need existed in Kurusu.
If Morgana’s here, he would nag at me taking the pills but it seems he’s gone…so that’s the cat I saw, black—
His view drape around his ‘room’ as Kurusu walk to the back of this basement, his feet keep going despite wheezes starting to echoes his head, using his weight to push out cardboards, the teen immediately drop down on the cool tiles, wooden rail push his body further into dead end.
Hah, that's nice….I wanna be a cat, maybe it’s easier just to care for yourself…
“What the hell are you—this crazy brat?! Get outta there! Come on Futaba, help me get Akira out.”
“Holy shit, that’s some amazing skill Akira…”
The teen gawks sleepily as two figures scramble up where he ‘sleeps’, the older man’s visibly upset but the young girl amazed at him.
“Hey, you come ‘round dis mornin’? I’m free from here to the end of world, use me *cough*”
“Stop spouting nonsense, crazy brat…! How the hell did you fit in here?!”
Kurusu flips his body and he does it again as the gentleman pulls him out from his legs, the teen tries to struggle as he lets out weak groans, Futaba crouches beside him, patting his hair curiously.
“I think Sojiro’s right, if it were me though, I wouldn’t stop you but you’re really sick so listen to him yeah?”
“Seriously, Futaba. Don’t encourage him like that, also help me put these cardboard back.”
“Yeesh–!”
“ *cough*Yashhh.”
“Stay down there, brat, I’m gonna make some porridge.”
“Thash weird, ain’t you gonna make curry…”
“Hah? You say something?”
Didn’t mean that, ‘pose to say something else
“Aaaahhh~Hahahhh~Hoooaaaah~”
“He’s going insane, Sojiro.”
Sojiro nods in agreement as they quietly drag Kurusu back to his bed, going down the stairs as Kurusu shrieks.
“III aam nott! Monaaa, Monnaaa?!”
Hah, now they're gonna evade me like a virus—where’s that damn cat anyway, wait, last time I couldn't hear what Morgana was saying…shit, should I learn some cat language…
Twirling around in his bed for hours as his mushing thoughts didn’t come up with better ways as his body coiled up against fresh wind through his window, Kurusu glanced at that cardboard again.
“*cough*pill…”
Pills throttle down his throat as Kurusu chug the glass, his body drop at the edge of mattress as dust airplanning on his forehead
Uh? Someone put a pad on it?
Kurusu’s nail peel off the used pad as he crawls to the window frame, motionlessly lay on the edge, mixed of hot and cold chills knock him out.
“Akira, don’t look at that.”
His mom pulls his hand closer to her as a ‘scene’ happened in front of them, he looks up at his mother but her face has disappeared as he glances back at the reddish paint all over the alley.
“Mom. There’s blood.”
She kept walking.
“Mom? What about that? Mom?”
She kept walking, her clean short heels trips on a miniscule stone.
“Mom. Why don’t you look? It’s there, mom!”
She kept trekking until both of them were unable to hear blaring trumpet noises.
“...Are you scared, mom?”
“You don’t need to see it yet, Akira, it’s ok you’ll see soon.”
Her face finally turn as the little boy’s eyes widen, follow by a obedient nod, his feeling of uncertainty are clear by his wise mom, she knows what to do, to choose which mask to wear, to perfectly lie to him
“Mom? I’m…what?”
“Come on now, mister officer won’t wait for you, we’ll write letters for you every 2 months okay? Go now.”
“MOM! I…! What—did I do wrong?”
His dad lean on the door frame as his eyes slightly wince at him, Kurusu knows, he did that everytime he mess up the house chores, the sinking plops into the depth of his organ as a police officer drag the teen away, away from that house where he called his ‘home’.
…She fails it though, her emotions are all over the place…I guess dad’s position ain’t high enough for her to lie so she gotta hold another card, ‘an acquaintance’s house’
His body trembles as it hits against the wood frame, the digging pain amuse Kurusu further as he bit his tongue, salt melt with bitter taste of blood didn’t fail to entertain Kurusu’s humor
“Maybe I should make another curry recipe with this…”
Kurusu slides down from the window as his palm takes the black device, blue light reflects watery expression as his finger taps the IM app, out the IM app and again, Kurusu wavers at a specific icon in his home chat, still—he taps on it.
The text messages doesn’t last long until it cuts at that last meeting Kurusu had with him, scroll up, snap shot as his attention stops at a text, Kurusu quickly reach up his tool desk as he open a red metal box, in there was a lone black glove
Morgana didn’t see this right…if he did then he already asked me—hah, what is this, what am I going to do with this? Pawn it at the clothes shop in Kichijoji?
The teen laughs at the possible scenario as he brings it close to his nose, faint gunpowder and soap slips into his mind as Kurusu puts it down, slowly takes out a mask, Kurusu stuffs the glove in his mouth and jumps back to his mattress.
I knew it, there’s vodka too…did he buy it? Or at that jazz club? Heh, maybe I should take a shot too so we can get drunk together…fuck, what the hell are you blabbering?
The clattering of light metal wake Kurusu from non-breathing as Sojiro quickly cover the teen’s face with his warm palm, the gentleman ticks his tongue
“Seriously…never see a kid suffer a fever this bad, you sure it wasn’t that phantom thieves acting caughting ya?”
Kurusu’s brows quivered confusedly but he remained silent, his guardian in front won’t break it off either as his mouth mumbles.
“What’s your confidant’s rank…”
“Confidant what?”
“Thought we solved that request already…”
“What?! Slow down, what did ya say?”
I don’t know what I’m saying
“Bishamonten…Hierophant?”
“...I’m gonna get Futaba, her machine thingy gets this stuff anyway.”
Kurusu stare at the blackened sky as traces of moon drift somewhere else, his shoulder shrugs at his idle question, the familiar buzzes in his pants had silent for who knows how long he passed out but Kurusu still pull the phone out
[LAST MESSAGES 11/29 4:58 AM]
Kurusu takes a breath as he sighs, the carnival inside his head doesn't die down but his heart was in fact tranquil, the teen losing his body as a faraway ice cream car’s bell fills the sky.
Should I just run away and take refuge inside that Kichijoji’s temple…that China town in the north kinda nice too, maybe a monk not that bad
Kurusu crawls to the cardboard counter as he gathers pieces of pills, ones that he have to bite, ones that he have to mix with water, lastly Kurusu takes Mega Fertilizer and mixes with Vitamins C brand pills.
Nice, already feel better than chug those meds—aight, maybe Shun knows something, it had to
Kurusu drag to the lone unknown plant, a gift from his neighbor out of convenience, he never likes plant but Shun was always a source of strength whenever Morgana makes him want to work in black market, without going in and out, Shun’s the best Kurusu can ever had, Kurusu touch its greeny hand as his lips sigh relievingly
Both of them are so considerate…
“You see, Shun, there’s more people than me taking care of you, a senile man and little girl, remember them yeah?”
The leaves brush his dry skin as Kurusu giggle, scrambling in one of his boxes, a storybook already in his sight as the teen cheerily show ‘Shun’, moist vellichor floats when he reads the fairy tale aloud
“The little stealer gallantly flies through the sky…”
“Unbeknownst to his little lover, the heist is completed in evidence of Mr.Moon.”
The boy’s feet boil with excitement as his mom smirks at his brilliant grin, her calm voice isn’t that engaging but the story itself pulls the little Kurusu into a world of wonder, but as her voice stops, the bubbles pop.
“What, you're disappointed that the little stealer lost?”
“Eh? He lost?! But he’s funny dan Hero?”
“You are some strange kid, why are you rooting for the villain? Didn’t he harm the innocent?”
“He did? But he protects that villager from Hero!”
“Didn’t make him a good guy but you know, no one’s really a good guy, Akira.”
“ ‘Cause he harms the innocent?”
“You’ll know when you grow up, it’s okay Akira.”
The lingering shadow in her emotionless face never leaves his mind even then, even that moment, it’s like Mom and Dad are two of the same pods, Kurusu sometime wonder if he’s meant to be a mirror, the expression, words, gestures of opposite body than him, Kurusu might as well look up the internet to know a ‘person’, the words of the woman echoes in his mind as Kurusu come to a halt
Was it always me? Does everything I do don't matter? What am I supposed to do…
“Shun…you know, your name was Mom's favorite nickname so yeah, that’s basically my name—so like want me to become your persona? I have, like, maxed social stats so you can use me whenever you want…”
The plant ignores Kurusu, actually, no one’s talking to him other than his mirror, his dark pupils that's the same like everyone else, but only, only those eyes emerge in his ‘heart’ oddly blended, but darker than anyone.
He kinda reminds me of Mom, like there’s something else to him…hm, what was it ‘self-gratification’? Nah, too long, maybe self-interest.
“After all, his desire was pretty intense…egoism…*cough*"
Wait…oh my god, I get it—actually I don’t get anything at all
The light footsteps perk his ear as Kurusu lifts his head, their eyes immediately lock on him as their petitely pretty figure lands in the basement.
“Kurusu-senpai-! I thought you would have a fancier room but I guess I’m far ahead of myself.”
…hm, another visitor, I guess she’s Futaba’s friend? Did she—go to school?
“Uh…Fubata’s downstairs though, you don’t have to visit me outta polite.”
The girl that heartily call him ‘Kurusu-senpai’ giggle nervously as the teen tilt confusedly, ultimately left her agape
“ —Kurusu-senpai, your joking skill’s getting better, but it’s not funny~!”
“...Faith, right?”
“Huh? I’m not religious, no?”
“Ah, Kasumi-chan…! Ya really believe that I’m gonna get better soon, yeah.”
“Of course Kurusu-senpai, everyone’s been worried about you, especially Morgana-senpai…”
“Huh? Wh-”
“Yes?”
“I mean, *cough* whaaat, I’ve been looking for ‘im and he’s just running to a girl nowadays huh~”
“Hey now, Morgana-senpai was really distressed when he came to me so—he’s not…that bad.”
The pause between her words was awfully obvious to the point Kurusu’s mask immediately glues on his face as he feigns silent, the younger junior nervously fishing in her school bag as a plastic bag visible in Kurusu’s vision.
Another drug huh, everyone tries to back me into a druggie
“Thaaankss—!”
“No problem, one of my friends is often sick so I know which drug’s the best but make sure to stay hydrated okay, senpai?”
Kurusu glance at the tablet behind as he took out a brand of drugs similarly fashioned just like what Doc’s prescripts for him, the teen shapes his lashes as he bring out his ‘smile’ to her, the girl’s grin evidently of his successful persuasion
She’s look smart so ain’t surprise if she knew, but why should I pretend in front of her then…hah, I guess I am scared
“I don’t know what I'm doing…”
“Just focus on getting better, senpai, I’m sure the rest’ll come to you.”
“Nah, I’m just really bored but thanks *cough*”
He’s sure his mask was melting, so as usual, he hides them under his bang as Kasumi bloom brightfully just like a child—Kurusu don’t want to see it, he will do anything to not see it and she’s gone just like he wants as his lashes droop, hoping for an old dream.
I’m definitely pretty troublesome to her but—how can I know, it’s too tiring to remind myself…
Clang
Clang
Clang
As if the sound conscious of him, it halt at the gasping of the teen, sweeping both his arm, the chains are there then obviously—Akira turn his head at two small figures in blue hue, chilling air of the room always makes him cold but that’s what reassuring but instead, his organ shrinks deeper deeper—
“La…Lavenza? Did something—“
The figures bloat into the air as a brisk laugh echoes through the cell, it melts and hardens as someone’s spine breaks heartlessly.
Inside
Inside him
The teen wheezes as his hand claw open the window, trembling teeth, his palms cling to the window sills
No—People are sleeping Akira, don’t disturb them, what if they evict you like last time
Don’t do anything weird
“Heh, see, everything’s better-!”
The feeling coils again as Kurusu hold his mouth, it gurgling like a toy ball, unable to stop, unable to cry—not that he will, but doing it now just races against his brain cell
Ah, won’t do it anyway…just don’t think and nothing gonna come out, yeah, just like that
His nerve plucked as Kurusu’s palms smooth around the nape, both thumbs pressing on his pipeline—as everything in line, Kurusu uses a little of his strength, the restriction swirling in his vein as memories plunge back.
When I kept my mouth shut, someone—maybe that police officer, got frustrated and did it…it’s lighter than whatever they did to me afterwards though, ah that’s the spot
A disturbance of the stair flick his attention, a girl in that same fashion dodge his gaze, Kurusu drop his hands as his stare unchanging
“Peek-a-boo? I~already saw you~so come up~”
“Uhm, back when you guys ain’t there, I uh, don’t try that but like you can talk to me about your trauma? Don’t…do that please.”
I’m sorry about that…but you have to see it, too bad huh
“…Peeking isn't good, Futaba-chan.”
Kurusu can’t see the results of his wrong [OPTIONS] nor he wants to see, the stifle sniffing already got him enough information to the point—Kurusu sighs at Futaba as he flicks open the bulb light, the drenched girl muffles nervously.
“ *sniff* Sorry, I’m just…really worried about you so I kinda check on you, but this is no good Akira-!”
“Yeah, I know, see someone trying to suicide…ain’t lucky checkup for you, Futaba-chan.”
My head’s dizzy again
Her gaze twitch as she wipes the useless tears, her brows wrinkle as her fist slightly curls, still, Kurusu’s face won’t move an inch
“Hey…are you the same Kurusu Akira, our leader?”
“Why are you asking that—ah, oops, not supposed to talk…”
“What—do you mean?! Last week, you just faint in front of us, now…it’s just like I’m not talking to ‘him’!”
Her eyes fixed on his cold face, across her determined expression, a brush of petrification clearly shown to Kurusu which is weird, all this time, he shouldn’t see it but who couldn’t ignore a cute flaw in someone else? Kurusu ponder on his remaining humanity
“I am ‘him’ Futaba-chan, don’t you trust me?”
“I-I…!”
The girl could have think more than her blind trust but her stutters give away his next act, he knows what to say, although that earlier line sounds a bit manipulative, he hopes this next line will calms her down as he tilt his head, a warm smile bloom on his ragged lips
“Sorry, for worrying you guys, I’m just *cough* really tired…”
“Do you—need me to do something?”
“I guess our hangout is gonna leave for Ryuji, he knows where to go, doesn't he?”
Futaba droops her short eyelids as her head nods, Kurusu pats her silky head with the exact smile adding in a little fatigueness, reassuring her inner whirlwind until her shadow disappears from his sight, Kurusu stares at the downcast of his ‘door’.
When I’m at their house, the sturdy door always makes me feel safe—heh, was there anything that threatened me? Mom, Dad? Was there any choice for me…Mom, she sent another letter this month
His shade moves as it cast the desk in black, between the night air and suffocating wood, the dizziness spread and drool around his lung but before it shot to his head, his finger pull out the letter adorn in his hometown’s stamp, inexistent seaview uglier than Yusuke’s perception of sea.
I never liked art that much but somehow Yusuke kinda rubs off his artsy thing on me, did he still keep that sea sketch? Hope not…
The damp ink his mom still used after years he bought for her written hurriedly, some words slightly cross with another word as his eyes sweep the letter, sometimes, when he watch a dvd with Morgana about a guy reading his mom’s letter, he can’t somehow fathom the character’s intense bawling so he ask Mona—but Mona question him back so both don’t get anything out of the film, Kurusu chuckles at his silliness.
Of course, no one’s that unstable when reading their mom’s letter…it’s just overreacting, or was it based on that person’s state of mind? Was it distraught for me?
Kurusu prod his head on the mattress as nothing came to his mind, it’s easy to let yourself be distracted when you have absolutely nothing to look forward to, so Kurusu thought about him, thinking about asking him and hearing him hypothesizing interesting stuffs even though it was a bit overbearing.
Later than not, he’s gonna question the environment or context of the letter, the man in question or else—while stretching that mask of his, wait, would he keep pretending afterward? If he did, then should I just tease him? Hah, he's gonna pout anyway…
The teen’s mind wanders as his mind snaps, his leg quickly crawls up as he fumbles around the counter, it halts as Kurusu sprint to his desk, the item his eyes yearn for isn't in his vision as his legs tremble.
…Did Sojiro come up here? No shit, this morning he checks on me and—he probably takes that mask.
His mind races as itchy feeling wells up in his throat, Kurusu didn’t waste any time to dash out of his room, the stimulation blinds Kurusu as his footing crook at the edge, a ring sounded as it succumb to the silent, aches gnawing his body as Kurusu climb down his fatal fall.
Fuck…my teeth fucking sore, did I fall on my mouth or something? Shoulda build a door from now on…
“Oh woah, that’s some nasty fall—you are really sturdy huh?”