The Dream We Sought After | AkiToya ?

A Single Notification {5}

A/N: really short lmao (not even 500 words.) chapter still important though
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"Akito? You good in there?"
"What... huh. I thought I was-"
"Yeah. They called me and told me to bring you home."
"What? Why?"
"You passed out or something. I don't really care though, I just brought you to your room."
"Oh."
"Yeah, bye now."
"You're only... bye."

He sat up, his head throbbing as he picked up his phone, spammed with messages. He eyed them suspiciously, having never given anyone other than Toya his number, yet he was spammed by both Kohane and An. He looked through the messages, most of them being something along the lines of "are you alive". It almost annoyed him, how suddenly they cared about his well-being, or how only Kohane cared when he was unconscious, yet his partner seemed to completely ignore him, disregarding his whole existence. How he could've been such a minor being in his counterpart's eyes, how he could've been tossed away so easily and have been moved on from, he wasn't sure. He only wished to stand next to him on stage, yet that was something to never come ever again.

He scrolled further and further, his finger exhausted from the never-ending messages, yet as he finished reading them, he got one notification. One single message.

"Hope you're fine, Akito."

A single notification managed to bring a slight smile to the ginger's face, even if it was such a minor thing, even if the smile was filled with regret with only a sprinkle of joy, he still smiled at the message from the blue haired boy. It was the first polite thing he had heard from him in weeks, one of the only things he had ever said to the ginger in the first place. He tucked his phone into his pocket, standing up, even as his body urged him to rest longer, to lay down until he fell asleep once more. The ginger opened his door, stepping outside of his room, his entire body pressuring him to go back to bed, he exited the house, leaving the door somewhat ajar.
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     He sprinted down the street, abruptly making turns as he ran, his page quickening every few minutes. As he forced his body to move onwards, he passed by the two girls, yet he didn't notice, focused on getting where he was. He stopped in front of the park, somewhere he used to practice, yet now was filled with emptiness, somewhere with only small children if anyone had ever arrived. He opened the gates, entering, his body endless telling him to go back home, to sleep, yet he continued to refuse as he stood inside the park.
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WORD COUNT: 440 words
couldn't have been bothered to make this long
but yeah that's all
Akito gets back into singing (REAL)
sorry for really short chapter though, intended to have it be a good length