Never Alone [ENG] || sakuatsu

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Sakusa as aware that he was a difficult person to please. He suffered from mysophobia and it made things complicated for him. Whether it was to decide where to eat or simply the place to sit in the classroom, he had to carefully evaluate every option, imposing himself a lot of self-control.

But Sakusa was still a college student, and as such, he was demanding, but also aware of having to reach some compromises.

Like for all students, his finances were limited. Staying in a student dormitory, with everything that came with it, was out of the question, and so was sharing an apartment with roommates. He was therefore not entirely serene, but still determined to keep the reins of control looser than usual when he began to search for the place where he was going to have to live for at least five years.

After too many houses in the suburbs, shabby apartments and non-compliant studios, when he finally found the perfect apartment, it seemed too good to be true. It was in the center, large, clean, with thick walls that insulated him well from the neighbors, with new furniture and appliances, and no material between floors and walls that could irreparably trap any dirt.

For the third time, he asked his real estate agent where the catch was; how could such a beautiful house be so cheap, unlike the adjacent ones. The other replied that:

«There is nothing wrong with the house, but every tenant who came to live here was not happy with it. Many changed furniture, appliances or painted the walls to make it more welcoming for them, but then they left anyway.»

Kiyoomi looked around again.

Perfect.

He shrugged, unable to understand the inexplicable words of the previous owners, then he turned to the man beside him:

«I'll take it.»

And that was how Sakusa Kiyoomi got his first home. He would have had to work to be able to pay the bills, but the cost of the place was so low that he didn't even have to go into debt with the bank.

So, he devoted himself on the one hand to work, and on the other to his education. Socializing had never been his thing, much less during that time of change.

Two months passed, then three, during which Kiyoomi thought he was beginning to understand the sense of unease of those who had preceded him. The house was perfect, there was nothing physically wrong with it, yet a strange sense of bitterness seemed to be trapped within those walls. It struggled to get out, and failing to do so, it rather penetrated into him.

The boy did not pay much attention to it, anyway, because he was still a student busy with exams. Anxiety and bitterness were on the agenda, and after adding those to his phobia of dirt and repulsion for human contact, it was no surprise that he felt that way.

Four months passed, then five, and the anguish didn't relent.

It was strange, as if something superior imposed that state of mind upon him. So strange that Kiyoomi even decided to talk about it with his cousin. Komori laughed.