{Signs of Life}
✎;; The life of famous author Akuta Kamome was a surprisingly bland one for a person who had written countless of bestsellers. Alas, that was only what was to be expected when one spent ones entire life locked up in a hospital room, only able to migrate down to the ground floor every once in a while.
✎;; That was where Akuta was today, just as any other day. Leisurely sprawled out across the ground floor of the 307 Tower, well hid off in a corner where he would not be bothering anyone. Not that it mattered much -- the author had already become part of the decour for anyone who frequented the tower and most decided to give up on talking to him.
✎;; One person however had been different. Hearing the light footsteps he had grown so accustomed to pass the elevator and stop in front of him, Akuta didn’t even bother to look up from his spot on the floor. After all, his cheek against the cold surface felt like the only heaven he could ever imagine to exist.
✎;; “Nanashi. What have you come here for today...? Is there any purpose to keep meeting like this now that we’ve completed what we set out to do?” He was genuinely surprised to see the younger male step up to him even if he should have been expecting to see more to him now that they were friends.
