idk bro gimme a break

CI : To him, who wants to live (WIP)

Numb.

That's what Ayato feels.

After the commotion in the court, Ayato was sent back to prison. Another cold place... he has been stuck for.. how long inside these black tinted walls?

He no longer knows.

They decided to adjourn the trial. The reality seeps in as he feels his lips dry and tattered. Ayato isn't the type to give up.

But...

Why. Why. Just why? Why him.

What is the reason for this? Why is he put in this torment without knowledge or precaution? Why must it be him?

Despite the contemplation, his face... It never changed.

It remained neutral and stoic. His emotions suppressed inside. He couldn't lash out. He couldn't even move.

As the icy metal clanked his wrist. They changed his cell. He was placed in a chair, fully chained and no longer free...

Robin was held for questioning. They think she is trying to help him escape. None of them actually believed the evidence, to them.. it is more important to get this 'Penacony'.

He is no longer allowed to have visitors.

Ayato stares at the wall with nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Without anything.. He closes his eyes, daydreaming about his life back in Inazuma.

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"Here!" Another one from Ayaka, Sunday tried keeping up with them. They kept giving him a bunch of food. It's all weirdly named. However, he still ate them.

As they all sat in one table, exquisite dishes were sprayed all over. Sunday feels overwhelmed. Ayaka and Thoma ate and chatted. While Sunday contemplated what to eat.

As he moves his chopsticks to a jelly like food. He takes a bite on it, and then suddenly, both of them, stares at him as if he had committed a crime.

He ate the dish and rose his brows, as he gulped and placed his utensils down, Sunday asked "What's wrong?"

Ayaka blinks, and she looks at Thoma with a knowing look.

"It seems like.. your food taste has changed, brother" Slight distrain, suspicious glances, did Sunday make a mistake?

Sunday tilted his head "Yes.. I suppose so"

They are starting to notice.

Sunday isn't an idiot.

Pretending someone he never knew? Thinking they would match just because they have the same settings? The universe doesn't work as it does, clichés and what-nots?

He even wondered why it is taking them this long to realize who he is.

Till when can Sunday hide the truth? Till when can they go through these crumbs and realize the real Ayato is gone? By then, what shall he do?

"Savory mizu manju.. Milord, you hate that" Thoma nervously laughs.

Sunday kept his pretense and smiled "Well, I suppose I've grown to like them now"

"But-"

"My taste could change, Thoma"

Sunday knows his words hit Thoma near his heart.

An apologetic gaze, a pathetic display of his guilt, Sunday silently ate more food and let the silence envelope their table.

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