Tokyo Boy|Chapter 2|Nao
Suga had a bit of a problem.
It wasn’t really a problem.
Not a big one at least.
Really, more of a bother.
But it wouldn’t really leave him be, and so, ever since he’d woken up, he’d periodically felt his eyes drawn towards one specific door. He’d slowed his walk when he passed it, thinking that maybe someone would come out. And he’d passed it more often than necessary.
Of course he’d checked the new areas first, but he hadn’t found what –who- he was looking for, and so had concluded that she must simply still be in her room. Or maybe, be in her room again.
Now, he was fairly sure it was her room. He’d seen her fight about it with Tamiko the day before, in passing, though he hadn’t paid much attention to it. Or any attention. Getting sleep and not looking at anyone else had been high priorities for him then. But with the sleep gotten, his priorities had changed, and his thoughts drawn to one worrying thing that had been said during the trial he tried his best not to mention or even remember.
And due to that, he had now stooped to leaning against the wall, staring at the door, waiting for it to open.
Oh, naturally not right in front of it, the last thing he wanted her to see when she finally did arrive, whether to enter her room or to leave it, was his glaring, dark face- hah, he knew his own expressions well enough to know what it looked like when he was deep in thought. And so he had taken up station a little to the side, so that he could keep an eye on the door while seemingly doing something unrelated entirely, in this case, check his phone. Casually. As if there was any chance he may in fact be reading text messages. Instead, he’d been going through what functions were still allowed. It’d been quite enlightening, actually, in that it had proven beyond a doubt that internet connection was not a thing, and most of his apps, useless. Hhh, it was so frustrating he could just scream. But he wouldn’t. Missing log in bonuses was not worth making people think he was in danger, or worse, angry. No one liked people with a short temper like that. Still… it was a little….
That was when the door opened, finally, and he struggled for a moment to get back on his A game, but his expression lightened up considerably as soon as a sign of another human being around to see it, and when he saw who it was, it turned into a bright smile.
“Ah! Nao-san!”
He pushed himself off the wall as though he hadn’t been loitering waiting for her arrival at all, and waved cheerfully.
“How are you today?”
In two quick strides, he was already next to her, and without leaving much time to finish the question, held up his phone to give an explanation she hadn’t asked for as to why he was hanging about in the hallway.
“I checked some stuff on my phone, but it seems we still don’t have any internet connection.”
A long suffering sigh.
“Haah, I’m going to miss so many events…”
His tone very skilfully conveyed just the right level of casual friendliness to lightly brush over his sudden approach and the real topic at hand he wanted to desperately talk about, but would certainly not mention just like that. Not without at least some small-talk to lead up to the issue. So that he may make it look like it’d just occurred to him. As if it wasn’t actually all that important at all.
Nao slept like the dead. She was generally a reasonably light sleeper, often woken by nannies and maids traipsing about the house in the middle of the night, which lead to much curiosity and exploration as a child, but after so many days without comfortable sleep? She was out like a fucking light, my guy.
So, some hours later, when her eyes cracked open of their own accord and she was forced to reckon with the idea that time passing was meaningless in a locked building. She sat up with a groan, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her mouth tasted terrible, her eyes felt sandy and soggy at the same time, and her back ached.
She slowly crept out of bed, glad that Tamiko was either asleep or had better things to be doing, and slunk into the shower. She brushed her teeth as soon as she finished scrubbing sleeplessness off of her, and bundled her hair up into its customary bun before it was finished drying.
Okay, so she still felt like shit, but at least she had some sleep at her back and her teeth weren’t fuzzy. And it wasn’t like she’d run into anyone on the way to get coffee, right? She would be fine.
She left her room and--oh. So much for not running into anyone.
“Suga,” she greeted him, doing away with honoratives simply because she was too lazy this time of morning...afternoon...evening....whatever.
“Sleep was good, but I still need a pick me up,” she said flippantly, counting on him to catch up as she shuffled toward the kitchen.
She yawned expansively, and looked at his phone studiously. She gleaned absolutely nothing from it. When he offered his explanation, she just kinda...stared at him for a second. She really needed coffee.
“I doubt we’re going to get internet,” she replied dryly. “Internet is a means of communication with the outside, and like, I’m pretty sure Makeinu wants to keep us isolated.” She shook her head. “Not Makeinu. Whoever is driving it wants to keep us isolated. But I think you knew all that, more or less, already. What’s up? Did something happen?”
Nao wasn’t really...familiar with small talk so much. She rarely engaged in it, and unless trying to get information out of someone, hardly remembered people used it at all. At the moment, of course, she was too wrecked from no sleep and then too much sleep to remember that niceties were the way to secrets.
