' Unknown Whispers '

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The Unbeknownst Steps:

' Unknown Whispers '

Hello !! Uhm, I'm not sure if this is angst-y, but it might be haaha !!

Anyways !!

I won't yap this much as before so Enjoy :DD

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Osamu wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat..

A strange feeling of anxiousness and distress washing over him as he begins to slightly open his eyes, it was blurred.

He wasn't sure but.. he'd been hearing whispers in his sleep occasionally, and it would wake the silver-haired out of his sleep over and over and over.

Now however, it was louder, and annoying.

The whispers would get increasingly loud and die down once he stirs awake.

Yet, he didn't have the time to shake off his sleepiness as the feeling of distress and anxiousness was starting to become so intense that it made him feel incredibly nauseous causing him to force his way out of Komori's embrace..

His stomach reflexed.

Eventually finding the door-knob he rushed towards the toilet, slumping down the nearest wall behind him.

He groaned.

'What the hell..? .. I feel like shit.' He thought.

It was hard on its own to form a coherent sentence from the overwhelming banging and knocking in his head--causing him to see stars. Was this a migraine?

He couldn't tell as he made haste to the toilet yet again.

What the hell was this? Did he get sick?

made haste to the toilet yet again. Did he get sick? What the hell was this?

The silver-haired felt good before going to bed. So where did this sudden wave of nausea come from??

he got startled by a soft yet groggy voice that was seemingly still drowsy from sleepiness.

It was Akagi, no surprise, he's the lightest sleeper out of all of them, he'd wake up from the sound of running water or birds chirping. Or even the sounds of tree leaves being breezed through by the wind.

[Akagi] "Samu..? Why'd you leave bed.. ? It's late."

Akagi said yawning softly.

Osamu couldn't seem to focus on that, neither his question as his brain was still processing what the other had just said, sitting there in silence. Too exhausted to mutter even a single word.

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