Love |Eijun x Miyuki|

7: Back at Seido

Miyuki's POV
1:14am

"Hey, Sawamura?" I shake the sleeping boy quietly, he stirs, before slowly opening his eyes. "We're here, at the train station, this is our stop"

Eijun steadily rises from his seat, and stands up, still half asleep. I've never seen him this calm and peaceful. Normally he radiates energy and can't go a sentence without getting triggered over something.
But here he's literally using me as a human walking cane. But I don't have any complaints.

We exit the train, only to be greeted by violent pouring rain, we get drenched almost immediately as we leave the station. It's fucking freezing as well, I can only imagine how cold Sawamura is.

Despite having cold, hard rain coming down on him he's still tired, and using my shoulder as a support beam. Seido isn't too far from this train station, maybe a ten minute walk at best. But then again we're in the middle of a literal thunder storm. My glasses are all wet, and cant see a single thing.

I can't get over how relaxed and sleepy Sawamura is in this weather. He's just kinda drifting through.

I'll take him back to my dorm tonight, just to make sure he gets the rest he needs. Considering all the sugar he ate while we were at Haiheo's train station you'd think he'd be hyperactive. But the candy seemed to have the opposite affect.

Ah, there it is, Seido is right around the corner.

We slowly enter the school building, using the student key cards that I was smart enough to wrap around my neck while still on the train.

I guide Sawamura up to my dorm, which will probably empty knowing my two roommates and their shagging habits. After opening my door and entering the room Sawamura collapses right away on my coach, dripping wet and soaking the futon thoroughly.

I won't interrupt him, he looks at peace. As for myself, I don't find comfort sleeping in wet clothes, So I prance over to my wardrobe to put my pyjamas on.

I peel the soaked fabrics from my skin, which has became tender from the consistent down fall of rain pouding on me for the past twenty minutes.
A warm towl dries me off. Shit, my skin is so sore. I grab a large, over-sized T-shirt and a pair of boxers to replace the drenched outfit I had sported all day.

Eh, should I do anything about Sawmaura? He's gonna be pretty uncomfortable when he wakes up, cause' he'll still be partly wet and miserable in the morning.

He's knocked right out, curled up in a ball on the shitty excuse of a couch we have resting in the entrance.

I'll go to sleep for now, and see how he feels in the morning.