Paralyzed

Chapter 13

A few days passed and Rin hadn’t been seen at all. The other cram students have been out all the nights trying to find Alistair with no luck. They were starting to get frustrated after the 3rd night of not running into anything. Suguro on the other hand was just angry. He thought telling Rin off would make him feel better, but it made him feel worse. Yukio had said he looked so bad but he wouldn’t come out of the room and it was making Suguro angry. He didn’t mean what he said, it was the heat of the moment and it wasn't meant to be poured out of his mouth. He regretted it.

Suguro sighed, leaning into the couch. “Ah! I'm so exhausted!” Shima complained, sinking onto the floor next to Suguro. Koneko chuckled. 

“Calm down Shima.” Koneko mused. 

They continued to complain, but Suguro wasn’t paying attention at all. His brain too fogged to think at the moment. Suguro sighed, sitting up to lean against the palms of his hands. 

“Suguro, you good?” Shima asked. 

Suguro groaned. “I just keep thinking about what happened with Okumura.” He said, noticing he called him by his last name once again. It felt appropriate at this time. 

Shima whistled. “Yeah that was pretty brutal. Not only did you belittle him, you said some pretty harsh things there, Bon.” 

Suguro rubbed at his face before running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly. I wanted to motivate him.” He explained. 

Shima chuckled. “You did a piss poor job at it.” 

“Why did you want to motivate him?” Koneko asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Suguro let out a frustrated grunt. “I don’t hate the guy, I’m just annoyed that he is being such a… pain in my ass with this not believing in himself lately. He has so much self pity ever since he became paralyzed. Even before I knew about his lineage he was the only one I could really go up against as a challenge. Now he just… sits there waiting for some miracle to fall into his lap and it's crippling him more than he realizes. He can’t seem to accept that he is crippled and therefore thinks he isn’t worth anything.” Suguro finished, letting out a defeated sigh. 

Koneko and Shima looked so inspired by his speech it made Suguro flush red. Shima pretended to wipe a tear away. “That was beautiful, Bon.” He teased. 

Suguro scoffed, shoving his face away from him. “Shuddup.” 

Shima chuckled. “No but in all seriousness that really was deep. Have you ever thought about sitting Rin down and talking to him? He may benefit from it.” Shima announced, lying back on the floor. 

Suguro thought about it and knew that's what he needed to do. He cleared his throat and stood up. “That’s exactly what I am going to do. Feel free to come if ya want.” 

Shima perked up, before scrambling to his feet. Koneko on the other hand was hesitant, but knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Shima so he decided to stand up with them. They made their way to Rin’s room. 

Rin had yet to get out of bed. He felt miserable and hadn’t eaten at all since that night of the fight. He barely gets sleep and all he does is sit in the bed, staring out of the back sliding door. Rin was still in the same clothes from that night. The jean pants and hoodie, his hair sitting like a pile of grease on his head, but he didn’t care. He was so depressed he literally felt like an empty shell. 

There was knocking at the door, making Rin stir in his bed. He slowly lifted his head to look at the dark blue door. There was another knock before someone spoke. “Okumura I know you are in there, I want to talk.” Rin felt his heart jump into his throat as he slowly sat up, still cautious about the door.