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FUJISHIMA SATOSHI
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
When morning came, Satoshi grumbled as his alarm continued to wake up the entire floor, as per usual. He groaned loudly and shut it off, clumsily stumbling out of bed and carrying on with his usual morning routines. Somehow he managed to trip on his way out the door, falling flat on his face and catching the attention of at least one other person in the hallway. What a great start to my day... Sitting up, Sou noticed a few drops of blood on the floor and mentally cursed himself, holding a hand up to his nose to stop the blood from getting onto his clothing. He became slightly more panicked as he dug through his bag and found that his pill bottle wasn't there, standing up carefully and rushing back into his apartment to find it.
In the end he was unsuccessful. The bleeding stopped after a minute or two, but Satoshi searched his entire apartment and found not a single sign of the medication bottle or its whereabouts, wondering where he could've misplaced it when he'd only gotten it the day before. Groaning, he washed his hands free of the blood and made his way to class, already late. Satoshi apologized to Kazuhiko-sensei before taking his seat slowly, waving to Natsuki as he passed. The sweet girl that usually sat between them was apparently absent that day and left Satoshi's vision of Natsuki uninterrupted.
Satoshi took vigorous notes as always, and about halfway through the class, the teacher told them that they were supposed to partner up and review each other's essays while he graded another class's work. Sou would usually work with the girl who sat beside him, since they were both rather shy and understood each other's awkwardness, but figured that since she was absent he might as well review his essay by himself. Sleep came instead.
He failed to notice in his deep slumber that his nose has started bleeding again, dripping unnoticed into a puddle on the floor in front of his desk.
In the end he was unsuccessful. The bleeding stopped after a minute or two, but Satoshi searched his entire apartment and found not a single sign of the medication bottle or its whereabouts, wondering where he could've misplaced it when he'd only gotten it the day before. Groaning, he washed his hands free of the blood and made his way to class, already late. Satoshi apologized to Kazuhiko-sensei before taking his seat slowly, waving to Natsuki as he passed. The sweet girl that usually sat between them was apparently absent that day and left Satoshi's vision of Natsuki uninterrupted.
Satoshi took vigorous notes as always, and about halfway through the class, the teacher told them that they were supposed to partner up and review each other's essays while he graded another class's work. Sou would usually work with the girl who sat beside him, since they were both rather shy and understood each other's awkwardness, but figured that since she was absent he might as well review his essay by himself. Sleep came instead.
He failed to notice in his deep slumber that his nose has started bleeding again, dripping unnoticed into a puddle on the floor in front of his desk.