𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 | 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑲𝑰 𝑲𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑶

One

Kusuo came back two days later and to his surprise she was awake but something about her made him feel off. His mother placed a candle on the table as her eyes stared out the window. The doctors told them that she's unable to sit up this moment without proper help so she simply laid flat on her back as her eyes stared at the plain building's, the silence made him worry slightly and to his confusion his mother asked to stay for a bit so that she could get something. The pink haired male nodded and sat on one of the chairs beside her bed, the cold air from the air conditioning made him cross his arms but it seemed as though it didn't effect her.

Nothing effected her.

She blinked slowly as her strained voice came out no more then a whisper, Kusuo didn't hear it at first until he saw her tap on the bed lightly. He glanced to see her now staring at the ceiling which showed pain in her eyes, just like her body it seemed too fragile to touch, afraid that it might break under a simple tap, he's reminded of glass as her fingers tapped on the bed. The male soon understood that she's trying morse code, he raised and eyebrow not knowing what she's trying to say as a delicate sigh left her colourless lips.

'Who are you?' She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He tried to move closer but stopped when she winched at the loud sound of the scraping metal chair

'I could be asking you the same question'

'P-please be more quiet'

'Who are you?' He whispers softly and she glanced side ways to slightly see his figure

'I don't know who you are either'

'I'm Saiki Kusuo, my mother makes me come'

'O-oh, I know th-that name' Her voice started getting weaker and she swallowed quickly

'I'm Sora'

He nods as the door opens quietly and his mother enters she bowed at the young female who gave a small smile. Kusuo nodded in her direction and got up to follow his silent mother, he figured out her name and that it hurts her to move her body along with her voice growing weak. Kusuo could see that her dark hazel eyes held nothing but pain however her head has been covered with a white beanie and he's unsure on whether or not she had hair growing. Some things came to mind but he disregarded them since there still isn't enough evidence for him to properly find out what she's dealing with.

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The young girl simply stared at the wall without any emotions, her curtains were closed along with her heart. Defeat had made it's way through again, and at this point she wanted to give up yet something inside of her kept fighting. Fighting for her to hold on, hold onto to what she asks however her question is never answered. The door opened loudly and she closed her eyes at the pain that shot through her body because of it, an older male shuffled into the room without closing the door and immediately turned the air conditioning off. Everything from her shoulders down had froze as he made his way over to the young female, he sighed and ran a hand down his face as his scruffy voice came out too loud.

'Sora, you can't keep doing this. You can't keep getting transferred to different hospitals'

Of course he's blaming her again, she's used to it. The man that she must call a father rambled on about money issues but Sora could never see how it's her fault, she never asked to be in a hospital, she never asked to have these conditions that made her the way she is, she never asked to be like this. Sora wanted to see society's stereotype of normal because in her eyes this is far from normal, the man reached his hand out to ruffle her hair but stopped knowing that she'll just be in more pain, he got up and put the air conditioning back on before leaving the room once again and Sora was met with silence.

Her eyes closed and she let out a small sigh making her chest feel okay, she opened one of her eyes to be met with someone in a doctors coat. They nodded and at her and carefully laid the bed back and adjusted her so that she would be comfortable, Sora's eyes closed and the doctor whispered while closing the door slowly. She drifted off to sleep as Kusuo laid in his own bed however he didn't feel tired, his body did, but nothing else. The next day the pink haired male went to the library to research on different types of conditions, none of them related to Sora though.

'Does she have a different type of sickness that wasn't discovered before or is it because those books are just out dated?'

'Saiki-kun' An annoying voice rang through his ears as he glared at the attention seeking female

He ignored her as he made his way through different streets remembering each one until he eventually lost her, the male pushed up his glasses and made his way to the hospital once again but he stopped and looked at the tall building. He hated hospitals yet here he is, willing to come back just to find out who that girl is and what type of sickness she's under but he can never find an answer and it frustrates him. Kusuo however hesitated, somehow afraid to enter once again so he looked away and turned not noticing the female being wheeled out, both of her eyes along with her mouth were slightly open as if she had been in shock. Kusuo didn't notice until a week later, the nurse said that she was taken home but where was home he wondered.

Sora wondered that too.