Through the Glass

Early Morning

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It's 4:37a.m. and Komaeda has woken up from his usual two to three hours of sleep, and he really has to use the restroom right now. Between Kamakura and Komaeda, and a few other patients, they have to have 3 night guards in watch for them. Some of them were honestly terrified of the two problem teens, but they got paid well so they forced themselves to put up with these few patients. Nagito sat up in his not-too-comfy bed, rubbing his sunken eyes awake. A grin twisted onto his pale lips as he turned to stand up, his arms finally able to stretch. It was on of the few nights he had convinced the administrators he was improving, so he had no need for the hated straightjacket at night. He got up, walking to the glass that displayed his room like a glass box displayed food in a bakery.
A guard had noticed the lanky boy approach the glass, then slowly move on the door to shake it. This was something most patients did because it would annoy the guards. The guard that came to his rescue tonight was either a newbie, or just new to the facility. Komaeda had a hard time figuring out just by the looks, but he was going to find out before he came back from his timed restroom trip. He bit at his lip, a slow and uneasy feeling that more than just the guard had their eyes on Komaeda. He didn't break eye contact with the unfamiliar guard, eventually ignoring the feeling he was being watched by someone else.
"Hey, Miss...?" His head tilted, trying to act like a gentleman to the new person. "J-Jolee," said the woman. She had short, nearly black hair, and an innocent, almost sickly face. "Ah! Miss Jolee! Mind taking me to the restroom? I really can't hold it in, and it would be a shame if you'd have to clean up any mess I made," he guilt tripped her. She looked around, making sure she was doing right before hastily unlocking the door. She stepped it, gently pushing him against the wall to cuff his hands behind his back. It was routine for patients like Komaeda to be cuffed, tied, or zipped into a jacket. He was hoping she wouldn't think twice about doing it and would let his wrists be free for once, but his luck proved to be against him then. She grabbed his forearm gently, but with a grip to let him know she would take him down if she needed to. She had natural long nails that could've easily been mistaken as acrylic nails, but those were against the health code of the facility. They dug into his skin, which made him release a breath he didn't know he was holding. He tried to make small talk before they took a turn down a brightly lit hallway to the bathrooms, his eyes slowly shifting to hers. He was taller than her only by about 7 centimeters, but it was still significant to him. "Are you new to this job?" His head tilted, his shoulders hunching forward a bit so he could turn his head to look at the guard. She shivered, her grip tightening out of fear. "Mhm," she nodded, her quick response unsatisfactory to Komaeda. He sighed in disappointment, his head moving to look forward again, not bothering to stand straight due to how comfortable he was. She let him off at the men's restroom, a male guard following him in to stand by the sinks to make sure he didn't pull any tough tricks. He moved into one of the urinal slots, the walls separating each one were tall and wide so he wouldn't have to worry about the guard staring at him in any creepy manner.
His long, slim fingers undid the button on his scrub-like pants so he could push them down just enough for his liking. He relieved himself quickly, his weak hands pulling his trousers and pants up so he would be decent to go and wash his hands to leave. The guard stared at him in a creepy way, but he just ignored it the best he could so he could get the hell away from him. He was grateful the newbie took him considering how weird this other guy was.

Before he knew it, Jolee had brought Komaeda back to his room, opening the door to the white-tiled room. She had to give him a pat down before un-cuffing him and locking him inside of his "homey" (his terms) room. He entered his room, facing the large pane of glass. He saw Izuru in the room across from him, the dim lights giving him a creepy look as he sat on the floor. His legs were hugged close to his body, his head resting against the wall as he stared into Nagito's eyes. Ah. It was that same, chilling, uneasy feeling from earlier. It made him shiver, it made him fall in love with the mysterious man. He brought his hands up to hug himself, his bottom lip being chewed between his pearly white teeth. "Haha... Fuck!" He said in a hysterical tone. He squeezed himself, chuckling to himself as he stared back. He mouthed to the dark-haired man 'I'll see you at breakfast,' which Kamukura didn't show any interest in replying back to. His grip on his upper arms slowly loosened as his hands were placed on the glass in front of him, his fingers slowly tracing the outline of the other teenage boy. A guard patrolling the hall walked past the two walls of glass, which made Komaeda mad. He impulsively punched the glass, and screamed at the guard. His yells were muffled by a lot, so the guard just rolled his eyes and continued walking. He was used to the teen's antics.
Kamukura stood up slowly, walking to the glass, his long hair almost dragging behind him if he didn't get it trimmed soon. His hands slowly pressed against the glass, his head tilting up slightly so his hair wouldn't fall in front of his eyes. He stared into the other boy's eyes, his red irises glowing in the dim, golden light of the hallway and his room. His eyebrows furrowed significantly as he started to make Komaeda feel uneasy, as if his soul was being boiled alive. This made the blonde male grin, his body tensing up and shivering. "Amazing! Amazing, amazing, amazing," he repeated to himself as he started to giggle softly. The new guard Jolee was patrolling shortly after the first man who patrolled by earlier, and she tensed up as she heard Kamukura send a heavy punch to the glass next to her. She went wide eyed, and called for help since she had no idea what else to do. Komaeda giggled softly, moving away from the glass to go and sit on his bed, bringing his legs up to criss cross so he could relax against the wall, under the blanket. He waited patiently for his nurse or a guard to come and check on him as usual, so he relaxed and played out many scenarios in his head.

((Hello! I'm so sorry for the long awaited chapter two. I've been slowly rewriting this chapter due to writers block since I've published the first chapter. I'm sorry if this chapter is disappointing, but please forgive me if it is. Please message me on Instagram (khadasona) if have any requests for the next chapter or any scenes in the future, or just leave a comment and hope I see it. Thank you for reading this far.

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