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𖥔 ꧁ ❦ ꧂ 𖥔
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Warning: mentions of self harm / slight social anxiety and panick attack / unhealthy self thoughts!! (Basically Hayami's whole 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓, but it's not extreme!)
𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺 18, 2005
MONDAY
𝙈𝙔 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 clashed with a familiar sky blue pair and I felt like I was eight years old all over again. The memory of that meeting flashing before my eyes, then the fight and the blood.
So much blood.
Once again I felt like I was drowning. It was a strange feeling really, how my heart beat faster, how my palms started to sweat underneath my black gloves and how my body seemed to be set on fire. Those eyes seemed capable of seeing through my emotionless facade, being able to read me like an open book, scrutinize every little part of me. I felt bare infront of that heated stare that lasted no more than a second.
How could he do that?
I seemed to relive a distant memory. One I buried in the back of my mind, seemingly a thousand years ago. One I didn't know if I wanted to relive. This situation we found ourselves in, reminded me too much of the one seven years ago. And it all started with a glimpse of those eyes...
Years of refining and building this cold hearted mask seemed to turn to dust in front of those blue irises. I felt defensless and weak. It was disgusting.
I broke the eye contact. Instead I looked at the ground, briefly, before checking out the rest of the room and the people within it. Right in front of the door existed a small hall where fourteen pairs of shoes were placed neatly near the walls. After taking off our own pair, we walked into what I assumed was a living room, where most of the participants of the event were, sitting on the large couch or the many chairs all around the room. Three more doors existed, two of which I assumed led to the male and female dorms, while the third was probably leading to the kitchen.
The Kyoto students were all present in the room, with the two third years -whose names I didn't even know- sitting in two chairs near the couch (probably brought from the kitchen) and the second years on the couch itself.
