Counting the days felt pointless. The announcements continued, so the agonizing feeling of fighting for your life couldn’t be ignored. Oftentimes, it was replaced with the screeching voice of the Sponsor, making that lurid fact worse. Given the circumstances, sleeping was a second thought for Yugamu. If you were a certain red-haired leader, that was almost second nature.
The extremely tired assassin lay next to Takumi, eyes peering at every microexpression, trying to determine what type of dreams he could manifest during this terrible turn of events. It would be reasonable to even assume they were nightmares. The jutting of a brow here and there, a twitch of the upper lip– Yugamu knew Takumi was drifting into a spiral of his own anxieties. He withdrew into a stoic state. Yugamu laid perfectly still and continued to watch Takumi closely. He knew he had to be strong for both of them.
Knock, Knock, Knock, minor Knock, a quick knock, and one last knock.
It was a code for their secret Anti-Sponsor alliance. Hiruko had thought it up when they’d form their meetings inside Takumi’s room. Not that it mattered. Everyone else hated them and wouldn’t approach them even if they tried to reason with them, especially Takemaru and the twins.
Though late, Yugamu had a thought that could change the tide of the battle. If he didn’t discuss it, it would creep over every other thought and not allow him even a second of rest. He waited for Takumi to open, but there was no sign of even a rustle. He tried again.
Knock, Knock, Knock, minor Knock, a quick knock, and one last knock.
Yugamu sighed. “How deep are you sleeping? So, if I snuggled up a bit, you wouldn’t mind, right?” He pulled out a lockpick and fiddled with the door. He knew not to get too excited, or else it would cause some damage. As he fiddled away, he realized it wasn’t locked. “Honey, I’m home~!” With a delightful smile, he opened the door and let himself in. Much to his dismay, the room was empty. He sat on Takumi’s bed. No warmth. Cold, just like Takumi’s bedside manner.
Walking off the troubles alone wasn’t allowed in their rebellion. Yugamu followed Takumi’s tracks and found him in a similar predicament to their first encounter. A mob of Invaders loomed over the red-head.
“Is this deja vu? I feel like we’ve been here before.” In a quick slide, he shielded Takumi with both of his blades from an incoming attack. While struggling against the weight, he still delivered his full quirky speech. “Last time we spoke, we had all these plans. You’re ruining date night.” He pushed the enemy away and brushed a sweaty brow. “Why are you here all by yourself?”
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