Toko Fukawa x Komaru Naegi- All the colours you've never seen

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«Toko Fukawa»

"Zzzzzzzzz...zzzzz..."
Komaru carefully places down Monaca onto the bottom bunk bed, brushing her flumpy green hair from her face.
"I can't believe that worked!" Whispers Komaru giddily.
"N-Neither did I-I." I murmur. We tip toe out of the room and close the door so only a crack of navy peeps through.
The scent of bacon and toast still mingle in the air, dancing a waltz past the battered, greasy furniture and swirling above the cave of cardboard cases.
"Well, let's see what we've got!" Komaru dives for the packaging and peels open the first box like a kid on Christmas Day.
"This looks like Kotoko's stuff." She comments. The box reminds me of the carnival: pink candy floss puffy dresses, stripes and spots, headbands and hats a plenty. They seem in good condition, though the smell of grease and sweat emanates from them like a smog.
"We need to decide what we can keep and what to throw." Komaru notes, hurling puffs of pink over her shoulders. "Ow!" She flicks her finger up, a small trail of blood flying through the air. "Watch out for kni- Toko? Toko!"
I dive out of the room, scrambling to the bathroom as the void begins to close in. I grunt with animalistic pain as I slam the door.
No no no no... not again. Not her! Not her!
"Toko! Toko! Let's me in!" Komaru bangs on the door. "I can help you!"
I can't reach the doorknob. I crouch on the floor, panting and trying not to pass out. I'm about to fall, down and down, my fingers latched on the edge of the cliff.
"Toko! Are you ok?" Somewhere in real life, a hand touches my shoulder. "Toko, it's ok. It's ok. There's no blood anymore!" Her voice wavers between a whisper and a shriek.
"Komaru... I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault. Can you get up?"
My eyes swim with brown spots and my throat burns with bile, but I manage to stand up, my hand planted on the wall.
"Are you ok now?" She asks quietly.
"I-I think so." I manage to hold a watery smile for a few seconds.
"Ok. Let's carry on! And I'll make sure I wear gloves this time!"

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An hour later I stumble out of the living room to brush my teeth. I rub my hand over my face, chasing away dribbles of sweat. My feet thud on the fraying carpet.
Sniffle
My neck snaps up, and I glance around. The door of the bedroom calls out to me, into the brown- tinged darkness.
Someone inside lets out a stifled sob.
"Masaru?" I whisper.
I hear someone sniff and hastily wipe their nose.
"What."
"A-a-a"
I think back to how Komaru comforted me. I take a deep breath and start again.
"Do you need any help?" I murmur.
"No. Go away!" He hisses back.
"I-I-I just want to know if you need any help!" I snap back. He lets out a hiss of fear "Oh. I-I-I'm Sorry Masaru."
I go to close the door.
"No! Please don't close the door!" He barks.
"Wh- oh. Do you want it more open?"
I can almost hear him smile.
"Yeah."