𝙎𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧.
~day 36 in the dorms~
"You can't wear hoodies and sweatpants every single day of your life." Hizashi chuckled, Hitoshi falling back against his bed as if a child collapsing into a soft layer of snow. The kind you can't even tell is cold till frostbite stains your fingertips and hot chocolate stops promising its everlasting warmth.
"Watch me." The teen bit back, venom never coating pale lips as he relaxed into his deep lilac sheets. How he convinced everyone this was the right move? He wasn't even quite sure. And yet, this was it. This was the day. He just had to say it... But how?
But then again, was it really the right day if Mika wasn't there to give the okay? And Zero didn't even know Hizashi and Shirukumo. It was as if walking into a movie theater blind and saying 'surprise me' when the worker asks what movie you want tickets to. Missing information for a film you've yet to see until now. But it's not a movie. It's real life. And you can't just pause or look away when the jump scare is a real human in the room.
Hizashi smiled, his long blond hair falling straight down as it dried itself out in calm air. It was late at night (on a monday), Denki was off once more with his younger sister. Parker was never good at being alone. Not when the sun set, at least. Not a fear of being alone, yet a fear of not being alone. The uncertainty of the night left much to the unforgiving imagination of the young teen as 10pm hit and Denki's phone never quite failed to begin to ring.
The comfortable silence let oxygen hit once breath deprived lungs. It had felt like a long time since Hitoshi took a breath. A real breath at least. Whatever that really meant anymore when it came down to it. Maybe it was because of last night. Hitoshi couldn't quite process what had happened, and yet, he knew what it was. Maybe it was then that he realized, or maybe it was after.
"𝘚𝘩𝘩.. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." 𝘋𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘏𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.
𝘏𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪??𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘋𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.
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