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โณ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." โฒ
โ Fracture โฏ Midnight City โก
Fแดแดแด Cสแดษชแด โ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dษชแดสแดษขแดแด Cแดสแดส โ #9D0A0F โฏ Tสแดแดษขสแด Cแดสแดส โ #F16522
That night, Satoshi's dreams were rather stressful. In the dream, he found himself in a place he recognized but couldn't name, and whenever he tried to take a step, his vision would warp into a mess of blurred colors and shapes. The scene greatly resembled the way his vision would change when he had neglected to properly medicate himself in the past, as well as how it had turned for that split second earlier that day. When he woke up the next morning, he had an uneasy feeling in his gut, and took nearly a minute to register just where he had slept through the night: in Natsuki's house.
Sitting up, he noticed that he was the first to wake, as Hazuki and Natsuki were both sleeping peacefully on either side of him. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of their sleeping faces and instantly felt like a creepy person for staring at them while they slept. Satoshi stood and made his way out of the room as quietly as he could and looked around for a clock, realizing that he had woken up nearly three hours before he usually did, and that it was still dark outside. What exactly am I supposed to do for three hours? With a sigh, Satoshi silently left Natsuki's apartment and entered his own. A few minutes later he had changed into a clean set of clothes and returned to where he'd spent the night, still trying to figure out a suitable pastime for however long it would be till his companions woke up. It took him nearly an entire minute to realize that his nose was bleeding again.
He quickly stepped into the bathroom and tried not to make any noise as he waited for the nosebleed to stop. By now, he was starting to panic a bit, as the few times he'd gone without medication before hadn't turned out well. Once his nose was no longer bleeding he tiptoed out of the bathroom and walked to the kitchen for water. However, the moment he stepped through the bathroom door, his vision blurred into ominous shapes and an array of mixing colors. Satoshi reached out for something to grab onto and failed, toppling unconscious to the floor with a loud and painful crash.
Oh no, more drama! I almost feel as if I'm causing poor Satoshi too much suffering ๏ผ ๏ผยดะ๏ฝ๏ผ